Knife - Salman Rushdie
There’s a story by Hans Christian Andersen about a shadow that separates itself from a man and becomes more real than the man. In the end the shadow marries a princess and the real man is executed for being a fake.
The Vanishing Half - Brit Bennett
In June, she baked her guilt into a lemon cake with vanilla frosting.
Mercure - Amélie Nothomb
Avez-vous une idée des efforts que j’ai consacrés, ces cinq dernières années, à accepter l’inacceptable. Et vous qui venez me tenter, car bien sûr je suis tentée de vous croire, puisque, comme tout être humain, je conserve au fond de mon cœur cette indéracinable capacité d’espoir…
La Mare au Diable - Georges Sand
…la nature est éternellement jeune, belle et généreuse. Elle verse la poésie et la beauté à tous les etres, à toutes les plantes, qu’on laisse s’y développer à souhait. Elle possède le secret du bonheur, et nul n’a su le lui ravir.
Bridge - Lauren Beukes
She’s still holding the box. She could destroy it, hurl it to the ground, fetch the baseball bat, and smash it to smithereens. She should. But what would that solve?
The Persuaders - Anand Giridharadas
…broken systems translate into broken hearts and broken backs, and that is often how people experience them. Some people will connect to your quest to fix the broken system because they share your sense that it is broken. But others will connect to it because they connect with you, because they feel that trust that is political gold.’
A Fever in the Heartland - Timothy Egan
When the grandchildren of these leading citizens later discovered hoods in the attic, or membership lists that included their kin, they could not fathom how such a thing came to pass.
Luckenbooth - Jenni Fagen
If the tenant in 9F9 opened her front door right now, she would see two legs dangling from the hatch on her landing. Then, she would see the legs disappearing, as the attic hatch on the top floor of No. 10 Luckenbooth Close thuds shut. Only footprints would be left on the walls. Size eleven.
A Darker Shade of Magic - V.E. Schwab
The first thing he did whenever he stepped out of one London and into another was take off the coat and turn it inside out once or twice (or even three times) until he found the side he needed.
