a swallow in full flight she joined in the dance,<br >e sound of cheers and shouting danced as she<br >r danced before. Her delicate feet seemed to be<br >arp knives, but the anguish of her heart was so<br >t she did not feel the pain at all, She knew that<br >:he last evening she was to see the Prince<br >; Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen<br >n Presents first edition March 1985<br >173-10769-2<br >~rdcover edition published in 1984<br > Boon Limited<br >CHAPTER ONE<br >MARTA COLE opened her eyes, turned over on to her<br >back and stared up at a strange ceiling, one washed<br >with early morning light and the occasional flicker of a<br >shadow as the curtain at the window moved in the<br >breeze. She looked up at it for a long time and then put<br >her forearm across her eyes as if she could blot the sight<br >from her eyes. She felt despair wash over her in great<br >waves, and her insides felt as if their substance had been<br >scooped out, leaving her empty, hollow, worthless. She<br >had done what she had said she would never do, not<br >even when she was at her loneliest and lowest point, not<br >even when Blaine s death had seemed to be her own,<br >not even when her room had felt like a jail cell, its four<br >~alls blank and looming, the silence louder than any<br >voice could have been, the weight of it pressing against<br >h~aerS"<br > man next to her shifted slightly, the bed sheets<br >rustling as he moved. She could only see a glimpse of<br >his profile; an unshaven cheek, dark lashes against<br >cheekbones, dark hair tousled on the pillow. He had<br >been nice to her, sympathetic, understanding her pain<br >as she had understood his. He was the victim of the<br >present popularity of divorce, a man whose wife had<br >left him, whose children barely knew him, whose<br >unhappiness equalled hers in depth and breadth. They<br >had comforted one another, she supposed. They had<br >smiled at one another in the bar, had talked over<br >drinks, had felt the intimate connection of sadness. And<br >then she had gone with him to his apartment, not<br >wanting to take him back to hers, knowing that what<br >she sought in the bed and arms of a stranger was a<br >burying of herself, complete oblivion.<br > It hadn t worked, of course. She hadn t been able to<br ><br >
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这本书带给我的是一种近乎史诗般的阅读体验,它探讨的主题宏大而深远,涉及历史、命运与自由意志的抗争。作者的知识储备令人惊叹,无论是对特定历史时期的重现,还是对复杂社会结构的剖析,都显得有根有据,极具说服力。虽然篇幅不短,但叙事丝毫不显拖沓,每一章似乎都在为最终的高潮积蓄能量。它迫使我跳出日常的琐碎,去思考更宏大的人类境遇,读完后,感觉自己的格局都被打开了。这不仅仅是一部小说,更像是一部浓缩的社会切片,充满了力量感和历史的厚重感。
评分这本书的语言风格简直是一场文字的盛宴,华丽而不失深度,充满了哲学的思辨。作者似乎对文字的每一个音节都有着近乎偏执的掌控欲,使得整本书的行文流畅自然,读起来有一种韵律感。我时常会停下来,仅仅是为了回味某一个句子或某一段描述,它们如同精雕细琢的艺术品,值得细细品咂。情节的巧妙设计令人拍案叫绝,那些看似毫不相干的线索,最终以一种极其优雅且必然的方式交织在一起,揭示出隐藏在表象之下的宏大主题。与市面上许多追求快速阅读体验的作品不同,这本让我愿意放慢脚步,去感受文字背后的意境和作者倾注的心血。
评分我必须承认,这本书初读时略显晦涩,需要一定的耐心去适应作者独特的叙事视角和跳跃的时间线。但一旦你沉浸进去,就会发现它内在的逻辑美感是多么的强大。它像是一块尚未完全雕琢的璞玉,需要读者投入时间和心力去打磨,才能看到其内部璀璨的光芒。作者擅长运用象征和隐喻,许多场景的描绘都充满了象征意义,留给读者巨大的解读空间。这种需要主动参与构建意义的阅读过程,极大地提升了阅读的乐趣和回味价值。对于喜欢挑战和深度解读的读者来说,这本书绝对是不可多得的宝藏。
评分从一个纯粹爱好悬疑小说的角度来看,这本书的布局无疑是教科书级别的。它成功地在最不经意的地方埋下了最关键的线索,每一次以为自己接近真相时,作者总能用一个巧妙的转折将你推入新的迷雾之中。人物的塑造极其立体,没有绝对的好人或坏人,每个人都有自己难以启齿的秘密和无法言说的苦衷,这使得整个故事充满了人性的灰色地带,引人深思。更难能可贵的是,作者没有为了制造反转而反转,所有的曲折都服务于故事内在逻辑的严密性,读完后回想整个脉络,你会由衷地感叹其精妙。
评分这本书的叙事节奏把握得极佳,故事的张力层层递进,让人忍不住一口气读完。作者对人物内心世界的刻画入木三分,特别是主角在面临重大抉择时的那种挣扎与彷徨,简直让人感同身受。那些细微的表情变化、不经意的动作,都像是精心布置的伏笔,最终汇集成一股强大的情感洪流。我尤其欣赏作者在描绘环境时的笔触,那些文字仿佛拥有魔力,能瞬间将你带入故事发生的场景,无论是喧嚣的都市还是宁静的乡村,都栩栩如生。读完合上书的那一刻,心头涌起的怅然若失感,久久不能平复,这绝对是一部值得反复品味的佳作。它不只是一个故事,更像是一次深刻的人生体验,让人在跟随角色成长的同时,也反思了自己的道路。
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