To be completely honest, chapter 31 is still my favorite part of the book but I've already posted about that so I guess I'll do one of my second favorite parts.
"Dad, this is Willy, we can't go to the police station, we may not be home today, tell Mom, tell Jim's mom."
"Willy, where are you?"
"We got to hide. They're looking for us."
"Who, for god's sake?"
"I don't want you in it, Dad. You got to believe, we'll just hide one day, two, until they go away. If we came home they'd follow and hurt you or Ma or Jim's mom. I got to go."
"Willy, don't!"
"Oh, Dad," said Will. "Wish me luck."
Are you a black hat? Are you a white hat? Are you willing to get pulled deep into the catacombs of an inescapable story full of mystery and magic, freaks and friendship? Do you often find yourself entranced by legends and lore dutifully and eloquently written and kept, locked up in as secrets in the pages of a good story? If so, then I encourage you, please! By all means, pick up this book! But if not, I advise you, for your own sake and sanity, stay far, far away. For otherwise, something truly wicked will soon be coming your way.
Mystery and magic, freaks and friendship. Totally doesn't sound exactly like faeries and friendship, madness and mutation, emotion and ecstasy. Not at all.
ReplyDeleteEmily. Rose. Schenck. We have been over this. I did not mean to copy part of your prologue in here, it was completely unintentional. By the way, the book thief is just as good as you said it was, thank you!
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