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So the main reason I was drawn to this book was the cover. Isn't it absolutely gorgeous? I loved the way the intensity is portrayed here, and the haunting effect it has.
Without much rambling, let me share the first page of the book The First Fifteen Lives Of Harry August by Claire North
The second cataclysm began in my eleventh life, in 1996. I was dying my usual death, slipping away in a warm morphine haze, which she interrupted like an ice cube down my spine.
She was seven, I was seventy-eight. She had straight blonde hair worn in a long pigtail down her back, I had bright white hair, or at least the remnants of the same. I wore a hospital gown designed for sterile humility; she, bright-blue school uniform and a felt cap. She perched on the side of my bed, her feet dangling off it, and peered into my eyes. She examined the heart monitor alarm, felt for my pulse and said, "I nearly missed you Dr August."
Her German was Berlin high, but she could have addressed me in any language of the world and still passed for respectable. She scratched at the back of her left leg, where her white knee-length socks had begun to itch from the rain outside. While scratching she said "I need to send a message back through time. If time can be said to be important here. As you're conveniently dying, I ask you to relay it to the Clubs of your origin,as it has been passed down to me."
- Debolina Raja