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Erik’s 2024 Year in Books
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The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
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Cuervo (Requiem: Death, Fate, and the Unknown)
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| It’s pretty hard in the 21st century to read Psycho before seeing the movie, or more lately, the series. So be prepared for a few character differences between book and movie though the plot is essentially the same. I’m giving this book 5 stars even ...more | |
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“She got to her feet instantly, overcome by the sudden need to get to the matches. She groped her way across the floor, got to the night stand and felt for the box. She opened it, took out a match, and lit it. She nearly had to squint in the sudden flare of brightness as the sulfury smell hit her nose. The pulsing circle of light that surrounded her right hand was so warm and welcome she almost felt like crying. When the match nearly burned down, she lit another, then found the candle and lit it. When it was going, the warm glow made the place look much different. It brought out the color of the wood all around her. It also made the shadows look even darker off in the corners, where the light didn’t reach.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
“She continued to stare at the floor. She felt herself starting to cry.
“Come on, say it: ‘I only wanted the knife.’”
“Tony,” Jane said, “enough.”
Tony bent down and picked up the knife. “Oh stop crying, Sarah. This is what you were after, wasn’t it? Or did you want to practice bending spoons or something?” He turned, showed the knife to Jane, standing somewhere near the ladder. “Check this out. Little one thought she’d try to take a knife.”
“But why?” Jane said in a baby voice. “To stab us?”
Sarah suddenly stalked past Tony. Jane stepped aside as she went for the ladder. She climbed it as fast as she could.
“That’s right, get upstairs, high society!” Tony called after her.
Sarah ran to the cot and sank down, face in her pillow.
“And no more food, by the way! Remember the half-eaten sandwich down here, ‘cuz the dogs are getting it. You just lost mess hall privileges.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
“Come on, say it: ‘I only wanted the knife.’”
“Tony,” Jane said, “enough.”
Tony bent down and picked up the knife. “Oh stop crying, Sarah. This is what you were after, wasn’t it? Or did you want to practice bending spoons or something?” He turned, showed the knife to Jane, standing somewhere near the ladder. “Check this out. Little one thought she’d try to take a knife.”
“But why?” Jane said in a baby voice. “To stab us?”
Sarah suddenly stalked past Tony. Jane stepped aside as she went for the ladder. She climbed it as fast as she could.
“That’s right, get upstairs, high society!” Tony called after her.
Sarah ran to the cot and sank down, face in her pillow.
“And no more food, by the way! Remember the half-eaten sandwich down here, ‘cuz the dogs are getting it. You just lost mess hall privileges.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
“Today was the fourth—third—no, fourth day of this.
Was it?
She was briefly mortified. Yes, it was the fourth day. The third full day. How long was it supposed to go on? Ian had made it sound like he wanted a quick resolution. But what was going on elsewhere? By now Brandon and Cheryl would have been in touch somehow. Hopefully they would have called each other and started something. The gears might be rolling.
She suddenly became aware of the silence. The furniture moving had stopped. The muffled conversation had stopped. No more whispering.
She stood up. The silence was now uncomfortable. Seconds passed.
“SARAH!” Tony’s voice.
She felt herself jump backward. She watched the square, waiting.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
Was it?
She was briefly mortified. Yes, it was the fourth day. The third full day. How long was it supposed to go on? Ian had made it sound like he wanted a quick resolution. But what was going on elsewhere? By now Brandon and Cheryl would have been in touch somehow. Hopefully they would have called each other and started something. The gears might be rolling.
She suddenly became aware of the silence. The furniture moving had stopped. The muffled conversation had stopped. No more whispering.
She stood up. The silence was now uncomfortable. Seconds passed.
“SARAH!” Tony’s voice.
She felt herself jump backward. She watched the square, waiting.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
“I do not employ researchers, nor did I conduct any primary research using the Internet. I need physical contact with my sources, and there's only one way to get it. To me every trip to a library or archive is like a small detective story. There are always little moments on such trips when the past flares to life, like a match in the darkness. On one such visit to the Chicago Historical Society, I found the actual notes that Prendergast sent to Alfred Trude. I saw how deeply the pencil dug into the paper.”
― The Devil in the White City
― The Devil in the White City
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
― Dune
― Dune
“She continued to stare at the floor. She felt herself starting to cry.
“Come on, say it: ‘I only wanted the knife.’”
“Tony,” Jane said, “enough.”
Tony bent down and picked up the knife. “Oh stop crying, Sarah. This is what you were after, wasn’t it? Or did you want to practice bending spoons or something?” He turned, showed the knife to Jane, standing somewhere near the ladder. “Check this out. Little one thought she’d try to take a knife.”
“But why?” Jane said in a baby voice. “To stab us?”
Sarah suddenly stalked past Tony. Jane stepped aside as she went for the ladder. She climbed it as fast as she could.
“That’s right, get upstairs, high society!” Tony called after her.
Sarah ran to the cot and sank down, face in her pillow.
“And no more food, by the way! Remember the half-eaten sandwich down here, ‘cuz the dogs are getting it. You just lost mess hall privileges.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
“Come on, say it: ‘I only wanted the knife.’”
“Tony,” Jane said, “enough.”
Tony bent down and picked up the knife. “Oh stop crying, Sarah. This is what you were after, wasn’t it? Or did you want to practice bending spoons or something?” He turned, showed the knife to Jane, standing somewhere near the ladder. “Check this out. Little one thought she’d try to take a knife.”
“But why?” Jane said in a baby voice. “To stab us?”
Sarah suddenly stalked past Tony. Jane stepped aside as she went for the ladder. She climbed it as fast as she could.
“That’s right, get upstairs, high society!” Tony called after her.
Sarah ran to the cot and sank down, face in her pillow.
“And no more food, by the way! Remember the half-eaten sandwich down here, ‘cuz the dogs are getting it. You just lost mess hall privileges.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
“She got to her feet instantly, overcome by the sudden need to get to the matches. She groped her way across the floor, got to the night stand and felt for the box. She opened it, took out a match, and lit it. She nearly had to squint in the sudden flare of brightness as the sulfury smell hit her nose. The pulsing circle of light that surrounded her right hand was so warm and welcome she almost felt like crying. When the match nearly burned down, she lit another, then found the candle and lit it. When it was going, the warm glow made the place look much different. It brought out the color of the wood all around her. It also made the shadows look even darker off in the corners, where the light didn’t reach.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
“Today was the fourth—third—no, fourth day of this.
Was it?
She was briefly mortified. Yes, it was the fourth day. The third full day. How long was it supposed to go on? Ian had made it sound like he wanted a quick resolution. But what was going on elsewhere? By now Brandon and Cheryl would have been in touch somehow. Hopefully they would have called each other and started something. The gears might be rolling.
She suddenly became aware of the silence. The furniture moving had stopped. The muffled conversation had stopped. No more whispering.
She stood up. The silence was now uncomfortable. Seconds passed.
“SARAH!” Tony’s voice.
She felt herself jump backward. She watched the square, waiting.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
Was it?
She was briefly mortified. Yes, it was the fourth day. The third full day. How long was it supposed to go on? Ian had made it sound like he wanted a quick resolution. But what was going on elsewhere? By now Brandon and Cheryl would have been in touch somehow. Hopefully they would have called each other and started something. The gears might be rolling.
She suddenly became aware of the silence. The furniture moving had stopped. The muffled conversation had stopped. No more whispering.
She stood up. The silence was now uncomfortable. Seconds passed.
“SARAH!” Tony’s voice.
She felt herself jump backward. She watched the square, waiting.”
― The Kidnapping of Sarah Easton
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