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The Marbury Lens
by Andrew Smith
Drunk and in the wrong place at the wrong time, sixteen year-old Jack is kidnapped and sexually assaulted by a man, escaping narrowly. Harrowed by the incident, Jack tells only his best friend Conner what happened; the pair are going on a summer trip to Europe together. Once in London, a strange man hands Jack a pair of glasses through which Jack is transported to the war-torn world of Marbury in which Jack is solely responsible for the survival of two young boys, protecting them from a murderer – Conner. Without the glasses, Jack passes his time in London like any other high school boy – he falls in love with a girl. But, addicted to the glasses, to finding out what’s going on in Marbury, Jack begins to struggle with reality, and soon fears he is losing his mind.
109 pages in:
started reading this an hour ago, now it’s 130 (5.5h before i have to get up for work) and i can’t stop, nor do i want to. i almost want to go and get the mountain dew in the fridge, to sip slowly while i finish devouring this book, so there’s no chance at all i’ll get tired and miss part of it’s O.O-ness. i’m not a huge michael grant fan, but his blurb on the front is damned accurate: “andrew smith’s the marbury lens will own you, mind, body and soul. you can’t put it down, but you’ll want to. you’ll want to put it down and away but that is not happening. the marbury lens crawls into your head and won’t leave.” i want to put it down because it makes my skin crawl (and because of the time) but good fuck, i can’t.
This is one of those books that, once you finish it, you need to pick it back up again and re-read in order to find out what the hell just passed through your brain. I haven't had a chance to re-read this yet. But I can tell you right now, it's the best psychological novel I have read in a long time.
109 pages in:
started reading this an hour ago, now it’s 130 (5.5h before i have to get up for work) and i can’t stop, nor do i want to. i almost want to go and get the mountain dew in the fridge, to sip slowly while i finish devouring this book, so there’s no chance at all i’ll get tired and miss part of it’s O.O-ness. i’m not a huge michael grant fan, but his blurb on the front is damned accurate: “andrew smith’s the marbury lens will own you, mind, body and soul. you can’t put it down, but you’ll want to. you’ll want to put it down and away but that is not happening. the marbury lens crawls into your head and won’t leave.” i want to put it down because it makes my skin crawl (and because of the time) but good fuck, i can’t.
This is one of those books that, once you finish it, you need to pick it back up again and re-read in order to find out what the hell just passed through your brain. I haven't had a chance to re-read this yet. But I can tell you right now, it's the best psychological novel I have read in a long time.