My apologies for not posting to this blog as regularly as I should. Looming Deadlines at Work, MBA Assignments, Training and Family Matters have converged these weeks to allow for precious little time for a Career Mom and her blogwriting.
I have, however, managed to finish – in minutes snuck in at bedtimes and traffic stops – Diane Setterfield’s The Thirteenth Tale. Actually, I was compelled to finish it because it’s such a bloody good yarn. It made me feel like I was around a campfire, listening to a storyteller weave her magic*.
I am not posting a review. Besides, Ted has already done a good job of reviewing the title.
What I want to post is these few phrases, with which I fell in love:
There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.
(The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield, p.10)
It’s rare that I come across such virtuoso arrangements of words as this passage describes, but yes, it has happened, and if I am lucky, it will happen again.
*I have only been around campfires twice in my entire life, and only one of those occasions involved stories. But still, the image of stories around a campfire is enticing, no?
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