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Monday, January 23, 2017

#FirstPageMondays Blood Wedding by Pierre Lemaitre




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I have just started reading this one and trust me, if you have not read his works before, he is an amazing crime and thriller writer who will play with your mind big time, and I mean BIG TIME !

So here goes, and yes, it is a highly recommended read...

SOPHIE

sitting on the ground, back against the wall, legs extended, struggling for breath.

leo is lying across her, utterly still, his head resting in her lap. with one hand she strokes his hair, with the other she tries but cannot quite manage to wipe away tears. she is crying. the sobs rise to become a wail, she lets out a howl that comes from deep within her belly. her head sways gently from side to side. at times her misery is so intense she pounds her head against the wall. pain offers a temporary respite, but all too soon she breaks down again. leo is perfectly behaved, he does not stir. she bows her head, looks at him, hugs him to her belly and weeps. no one could imagine the depths of her misery.

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this morning, like so many others, she woke with tears streaking her face and a hard lump in her throat though she had no particular reason to be upset. tears are an everyday occurrence in her life: she has wept every night since she went mad. were it not for the fact that her cheeks are damp every morning, she might think that her nights were spent in deep and peaceful sleep. but waking to find her face bathed in tears and a tightness in her throat is a simple fact of life. since when? since vincent's accident? since his death? since the first death, so long ago?

 she props herself on one elbow, wipes her eyes with a corner of the sheet, fumbles for her cigarettes but cannot find them, then suddenly she realises where she is. everything comes flooding back, everything that happened yesterday afternoon, last night... immediately she understands that she must go, she must leave this house. get up and get out, but still she lies there, rooted to the bed, incapable of the slightest movement. drained.

- Debolina Raja