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A review by ms_tiahmarie
The Seagull by Ann Cleeves
Review for Sunday Times: bit.ly/2z9fAm1
– Sometimes it felt as if her whole life had been spent in the half-light; in her dreams, she was moonlit, neon-lit or she floated through the first gleam of dawn. Night was still the time when she felt most awake. –
– Vera was restless. She couldn't sit still and she'd never seen the point of walking around outsidejust for the sake of it; she watched the hikers with their boots and walking poles who strode past her cottage and thought they must be mad. –
– Seagull? What's a seagull? There are herring gulls, black-headed gulls, common gulls. But there's no such species as a seagull. –
– It seemed a sort of magic: all this information from a heap of bones. –
– I do like a sense of humour in a villain. –
– Sometimes it felt as if her whole life had been spent in the half-light; in her dreams, she was moonlit, neon-lit or she floated through the first gleam of dawn. Night was still the time when she felt most awake. –
– Vera was restless. She couldn't sit still and she'd never seen the point of walking around outsidejust for the sake of it; she watched the hikers with their boots and walking poles who strode past her cottage and thought they must be mad. –
– Seagull? What's a seagull? There are herring gulls, black-headed gulls, common gulls. But there's no such species as a seagull. –
– It seemed a sort of magic: all this information from a heap of bones. –
– I do like a sense of humour in a villain. –