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Ah, yes, guilt, my favorite

«I wondered why we would feel different if we saw who sent Uncle Julian flowers. Certainly Uncle Julian buried in flowers, swarmed over by flowers, would not resemble the Uncle Julian we had seen every day.»

Suddenly made me think of Jan Gross’ “Neighbors”, which I should reread

“Tomorrow I will barricade the sides of the house. Tomorrow Jonas will catch us a rabbit. Tomorrow I will guess for you what time it is.”

[Why not Mrs. Blackwood's cooking?]

“Please.” Uncle Julian’s voice had a little shudder in it, and I knew the gesture he was using with it even though he was out of my sight. He would have raised one hand, fingers spread, and he would be smiling at her over his ringers; it was a gallant, Uncle Julian, gesture; I had seen him use it with Constance. “I personally preferred to chance the arsenic,” Uncle Julian said.”

What genuinely drives me up the wall is all the talk in the family of how Richard is this "musical genius" (not, like, "a pretty good musician," no, "a musical genius"), while Karen - who is, you know, actually a totally unique voice, and the actual magic juice in that equation - is an afterthought

I know, families can be blind, thoughtless and cruel. And still

Infuriating and heartbreaking

Потенційно захопливий сюжет; поки що не цілком вправне письмо (хоч потенціал точно є); tedious pedantry is tedious, and nobody cares what songs you’re listening to, unless it matters to the plot

Ах ти ж свинюка!

Happy to finally get my hands on Ursu… I mean, T. Kingfisher

Simply delicious writing so far

… і це було б принизливо, якби не було так комічно.