Language feels unnecessarily opaque. More like a prose. So-so storytelling, with some interesting characters
Language feels unnecessarily opaque. More like a prose. So-so storytelling, with some interesting characters
We are, all of us, sudden travellers in the world, blind, passing each other , reaching, missing, sometimes taking hold. But, sooner than you think, after this flood, after the darkness, the loss, the loneliness, someone is going to take your hand and tell a story...
Darkness moves like an ocean above the roofs and streetlights.
I really love Sarah Hall.
Looking forward very much to the November publishing date. Sarah Hall has become one of my favourite writers.