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“The journey south with his mother and the return north almost broke his heart again and again with happiness. It was when he felt most clearly that there was no distinction between himself and what was beyond him - a tree’s sigh or his mother’s song could, it seemed, have been generated by his body.”
“Then, after dinner, when his wife or any visitors had retired, he returned to its quiet and darkness, and before turning on the lamp, allowed himself to become conscious of the smell of the clockmaker’s oils that had once filled this space. He sat there weighing what was already written, half-dreamt during the day, until he fell on a scrap of a sentence, something uncommitted, that would open a door for him.”
“The journey south with his mother and the return north almost broke his heart again and again with happiness. It was when he felt most clearly that there was no distinction between himself and what was beyond him - a tree’s sigh or his mother’s song could, it seemed, have been generated by his body.”
“Then, after dinner, when his wife or any visitors had retired, he returned to its quiet and darkness, and before turning on the lamp, allowed himself to become conscious of the smell of the clockmaker’s oils that had once filled this space. He sat there weighing what was already written, half-dreamt during the day, until he fell on a scrap of a sentence, something uncommitted, that would open a door for him.”
I didn't really like the way this book was set up. I loved the first half, about Claire, Anna and Coop, but then the story veered into the life of an author that Anna is studying in her adult life. I didn't care so much about Lucien's story; I really wanted to read more about the sisters and Coop. I found the second half to be a bit of a slog to get through, and the end just sort of...ended, like it was the end of a chapter instead of the end of the book. The first half was amazing, though. The writing was beautiful but sad; I wish there was more!