Jag läser Strange flowers av Donal Ryan
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Smakbit sid. 10
“Paddy sighed and went out to the shed to see about getting the car started for the morning drive but, of course, it only coughed at him and wouldn`t catch for love or money.
He found a spider`s web that stretched from behind the rearview mirror as far as the gearstick and back along to the parcel shelf, and the sun that streamed in through the space where the slats were cracked lit the thin strands of it so it shone there silky in the shard of evening light, and the size of it and the intricate detail of it and the way it spanned out so perfectly from a central point made him shiver with pleasure and wonder, and it nearly broke his heart to destroy all that spider`s good work with one sweep of his arm.”
“He wants to read only for her; he wants the world to be composed of him and her. He wants to read his story to her. He wants her to know that he`s going to be a famous writer, that she`s going to be a famous writer`s wife, that they`re going to have famous writer`s children together…