The Taking.
The mystery of evil is too deep to be illuminated by the light of reason.
Four Hundred and Ten pages.
Sixty Seven Chapters.
Seven Parts.
As I sit here in the extreme discomfort of the summer heat, I’m in the process of reading a book by my favourite Author.
Dean Koontz.
This book, I feel compelled to introduce to you now, On page Three Twenty Five, at the beginning of Chapter Forty Nine, rather than at it’s completion, because, I feel that at reaching aforementioned Chapter Forty Nine, I am reminded as to why this man has become my favourite writer.
Perhaps, convincing you to read this book, after I have finished it, the mystery and the magic of the novel will have evaporated, and you will not grasp the wonder I feel now, pausing for a moment, to write this.
Each book I read by this man, captivates my imagination so completely that I can see nothing but the pages, and the pictures they conjure in my mind, I can hear nothing but the speech of the characters and my undivided attention is theirs for a few hours as I learn of their past, present and future.
But now, having captured this moment, I must return to my book to complete it, then I shall return to provide to you, a proper review.
Haha. Suspense.
The human imagination may be the most elastic thing in the universe, stretching to encompass the millions of hopes and dreams that in centuries of relentless struggle, built modern civilisation, to entertain the endless doubts that hamper every human enterprise, and to conceive the vast menagerie of bogeyman that trouble every human heart.
- Chapter 32, page 226, lines 1-7.
Four Hundred and Ten pages.
Sixty Seven Chapters.
Seven Parts.
As I sit here in the extreme discomfort of the summer heat, I’m in the process of reading a book by my favourite Author.
Dean Koontz.
This book, I feel compelled to introduce to you now, On page Three Twenty Five, at the beginning of Chapter Forty Nine, rather than at it’s completion, because, I feel that at reaching aforementioned Chapter Forty Nine, I am reminded as to why this man has become my favourite writer.
Perhaps, convincing you to read this book, after I have finished it, the mystery and the magic of the novel will have evaporated, and you will not grasp the wonder I feel now, pausing for a moment, to write this.
Each book I read by this man, captivates my imagination so completely that I can see nothing but the pages, and the pictures they conjure in my mind, I can hear nothing but the speech of the characters and my undivided attention is theirs for a few hours as I learn of their past, present and future.
But now, having captured this moment, I must return to my book to complete it, then I shall return to provide to you, a proper review.
Haha. Suspense.
The human imagination may be the most elastic thing in the universe, stretching to encompass the millions of hopes and dreams that in centuries of relentless struggle, built modern civilisation, to entertain the endless doubts that hamper every human enterprise, and to conceive the vast menagerie of bogeyman that trouble every human heart.
- Chapter 32, page 226, lines 1-7.
I'm going to borrow that book one day.
Green Day., January 12th, 2008 at 12:34:40pm
I love the way you write. ;D
Emma !, January 12th, 2008 at 10:21:42am