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A review by laurla
Bones by Jan Burke
"ben didnt hide his contempt for me, but being in this line of work, i had my disapproval vaccinations a long time ago and dont expect i'll ever be killed by a snub."
"others with the group, including a search dog, were unharmed."
i thought of bingle, lying listlessly near david's (his dead owners) sweater. i thought of the look i had seen on j.c.'s face. i hadnt seen andy yet, but i was fairly sure he wasnt doing much better. "unharmed."
"from what they're saying on television, you were lucky to get out of there alive."
with an unexpected rush of relief, i realized that i did feel lucky, damned lucky! lucky that i wasnt one of the ones who had been standing next to the grave, lucky that parrish had let me go,lucky to have been spared.
these thoughts no sooner crossed my mind that i was horrified by them, ashamed to find myself rejoicing at all, no matter how silently, ashamed to be feeling good in any way about anything having to do with the last few days.
and worse, to think such thoughts while i sat next to a young woman whose mother had been murdered, tortured hideously by the man who had let me go. christ, what a jerk i was to be calling that luck!
"you've been through a lot lately,"
"other people have been through worse."
"but you survived. all of that, and what happened before."
"landed a mule kick in his groin area; apparently missed the nuts, but not the squirrel"
"others with the group, including a search dog, were unharmed."
i thought of bingle, lying listlessly near david's (his dead owners) sweater. i thought of the look i had seen on j.c.'s face. i hadnt seen andy yet, but i was fairly sure he wasnt doing much better. "unharmed."
"from what they're saying on television, you were lucky to get out of there alive."
with an unexpected rush of relief, i realized that i did feel lucky, damned lucky! lucky that i wasnt one of the ones who had been standing next to the grave, lucky that parrish had let me go,lucky to have been spared.
these thoughts no sooner crossed my mind that i was horrified by them, ashamed to find myself rejoicing at all, no matter how silently, ashamed to be feeling good in any way about anything having to do with the last few days.
and worse, to think such thoughts while i sat next to a young woman whose mother had been murdered, tortured hideously by the man who had let me go. christ, what a jerk i was to be calling that luck!
"you've been through a lot lately,"
"other people have been through worse."
"but you survived. all of that, and what happened before."
"landed a mule kick in his groin area; apparently missed the nuts, but not the squirrel"