That wonderful cover reminds me of a recurring dream I suffered as a child. In essence: everybody in England -except for me-had turned into a walking skeleton in clothes. Always the same conclusion: finally make it home through the fields, only to open the door and discover that my parents were also afflicted. They rise from their armchairs and slowly advance.. Wake up in a cold sweat, go back to start.
Storming! I love it and have, amazingly, never seen it before (I am a member of the Penguin Paperback Spotters Guild, after all).
ReplyDeleteThat wonderful cover reminds me of a recurring dream I suffered as a child.
ReplyDeleteIn essence: everybody in England -except for me-had turned into a walking skeleton in clothes.
Always the same conclusion: finally make it home through the fields, only to open the door and discover that my parents were also afflicted. They rise from their armchairs and slowly advance..
Wake up in a cold sweat, go back to start.
The book is totally batshit crazy too
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