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Hunger
by Susan Hill
The children had started to half-sing, half-chant softly again. They had an old enamel bowl and a stick each; the bowl was balanced on a nest of twigs, which was alight and smoking feebly. Each child took a turn at stirring whatever was in the bowl, while the others watched; then another took over, on and on, stir and stir.
When I came across this Novella by [a:Susan Hill|18874|Susan Hill|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1337917448p2/18874.jpg] on Amazon Singles I couldn't resist it. Having previously enjoyed [b:Dolly|16069121|Dolly|Susan Hill|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1445574276l/16069121._SY75_.jpg|21861691], [b:The Small Hand|8675320|The Small Hand|Susan Hill|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1327926842l/8675320._SY75_.jpg|13547206], and [b:The Mist In The Mirror|15796730|The Mist In The Mirror|Susan Hill|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1345767663l/15796730._SY75_.jpg|664356]; I was expecting a classic ghost story when young couple Adrian and Paula move from the inner city to an isolated cottage in the countryside.
However, this is not a ghost story. It is a sinister psychological view at a relationship strained by the move, Adrian's commute, and by the local children, who appear to be wild, hungry, scavengers.
With this in mind you might expect me to have been disappointed, but I wasn't. The story was just as gripping, left a lovely amount of unknown, and left you with the sorts of questions that a classic ghost story would.
I also quite enjoyed reading the following lines:
She had been very fond of Adrian. Who could not be? He hadn’t a bone of malice in his body, never complained, always enthused, was optimistic to a fault, all of which was refreshing to someone who was inclined to occasional melancholy.
When I came across this Novella by [a:Susan Hill|18874|Susan Hill|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1337917448p2/18874.jpg] on Amazon Singles I couldn't resist it. Having previously enjoyed [b:Dolly|16069121|Dolly|Susan Hill|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1445574276l/16069121._SY75_.jpg|21861691], [b:The Small Hand|8675320|The Small Hand|Susan Hill|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1327926842l/8675320._SY75_.jpg|13547206], and [b:The Mist In The Mirror|15796730|The Mist In The Mirror|Susan Hill|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1345767663l/15796730._SY75_.jpg|664356]; I was expecting a classic ghost story when young couple Adrian and Paula move from the inner city to an isolated cottage in the countryside.
However, this is not a ghost story. It is a sinister psychological view at a relationship strained by the move, Adrian's commute, and by the local children, who appear to be wild, hungry, scavengers.
With this in mind you might expect me to have been disappointed, but I wasn't. The story was just as gripping, left a lovely amount of unknown, and left you with the sorts of questions that a classic ghost story would.
I also quite enjoyed reading the following lines:
She had been very fond of Adrian. Who could not be? He hadn’t a bone of malice in his body, never complained, always enthused, was optimistic to a fault, all of which was refreshing to someone who was inclined to occasional melancholy.