Let the Right One In

by John Ajvide Lindqvist

The person his dad became when he drank had no connection to the person he was when he was sober. And so it was comforting to think about Dad being a werewolf. That he in fact contained a whole other person in his body.

“It’s a search for the archetypal Monster. This man’s appearance, what he’s done. He is The Monster, the evil at the heart of all fairy tales. And every time we catch it, we like to pretend it’s over for good.”

And Tommy felt how something important, something he needed in order to be Tommy, left him when the creature lifted its head again, and started to get up.

Lacke’s scream of primal, bottomless sorrow filled the stairwell from top to bottom, streamed through the mail slots, keyholes, transformed the high-rise into one big tomb erected in the memory of love, hope.

For a few seconds Oskar saw through Eli’s eyes. And what he saw was . . . himself. Only much better, more handsome, stronger than what he thought of himself. Seen with love. For a few seconds.

don’t mind my tears!!!