I COULD NOT FINISH THIS BOOK – ONLY THE SECOND SINCE I PUT DOWN THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER. I WORKED FOR 6 DAYS TRYING TO GRASP HOW THE PIECES OF THE BOOK WERE FALLING TOGETHER. IT IS ONE THING TO TALK ABOUT PSYCHIC POWERS AND BEING ABLE TO PREDICT THE FUTURE, BUT WHEN YOU START TALKING ABOUT HOROLOGISTS VS. CARNIVORES AND ANCHORITES AND PEOPLE BEING RESURRECTED AND LIVING THOUSANDS OF YEARS, IT JUST GOT TOO FAR OUT FOR ME. I HAD A DIFFICULT TIME FOLLOWING THE CHARACTERS ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY BECAME ANCHORITES AND THEIR NAME CHANGED. IT WAS ALSO CONFUSING WHO WAS SPEAKING IN THE FIRST PERSON – IT SEEMED TO CHANGE FROM HOLLY TO A CHARACTER NAMED CRISPIN HERSHEY TO A DOCTOR NAMED MARINUS. I FEEL DEFEATED AND AM HOPEFUL THAT SOMEONE WILL ENLIGHTEN ME ON HOW THE BOOK COMES TOGETHER AND HOW MUCH I MISSED!
Following a terrible fight with her mother over her boyfriend, fifteen-year-old Holly Sykes slams the door on her family and her old life. But Holly is no typical teenage runaway: A sensitive child once contacted by voices she knew only as “the radio people,” Holly is a lightning rod for psychic phenomena. Now, as she wanders deeper into the English countryside, visions and coincidences reorder her reality until they assume the aura of a nightmare brought to life.
For Holly has caught the attention of a cabal of dangerous mystics–and their enemies. But her lost weekend is merely the prelude to a shocking disappearance that leaves her family irrevocably scarred. This unsolved mystery will echo through every decade of Holly’s life, affecting all the people Holly loves–even the ones who are not yet born.
A Cambridge scholarship boy grooming himself for wealth and influence, a conflicted father who feels alive only while reporting on the war in Iraq, a middle-aged writer mourning his exile from the bestseller list–all have a part to play in this surreal, invisible war on the margins of our world. From the medieval Swiss Alps to the nineteenth-century Australian bush, from a hotel in Shanghai to a Manhattan townhouse in the near future, their stories come together in moments of everyday grace and extraordinary wonder.
Rich with character and realms of possibility, The Bone Clocks is a kaleidoscopic novel that begs to be taken apart and put back together by a writer The Washington Post calls “the novelist who’s been showing us the future of fiction.”
An elegant conjurer of interconnected tales, a genre-bending daredevil, and a master prose stylist, David Mitchell has become one of the leading literary voices of his generation. His hypnotic new novel, The Bone Clocks, crackles with invention and wit and sheer storytelling pleasure–it is fiction at its most spellbinding.
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