Βιβλία σαν το «The Client»

And there was heat, a strange moist heat at his temple that seared through the freezing water that kept swallowing him, a fire where no fire should burn. There was ice, too; an icelike throbbing in his stomach and his legs and his chest, oddly warmed by the cold sea around him. He felt these things, acknowledging his own panic as he felt them. He could see his own body turning and twisting, arms and feet working frantically against the pressures of the whirlpool. He could feel, think, see, perceive panic and struggle—yet strangely there was peace. It was the calm of the observer, the uninvolved observer, separated from the events, knowing of them but not essentially involved.

I stepped outside. Father was standing in the corridor. He held up his right hand and spread his fingers out in a fan. I held up my left hand and spread my fingers out in a fan and we made our fingers and thumbs touch each other. We do this because sometimes Father wants to give me a hug, but I do not like hugging people, so we do this instead, and it means that he loves me.

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.

I loved my mother because I didn’t know I had a choice. I had to love her.

But one wrong move, one tiny kink in the time line, it was all over. Not just their love story, but all of it. Youth. Life. Ellie Mack. All gone. All gone forever. If she could rewind the timeline, untwist it and roll it back the other way like a ball of wool, she’d see the knots in the yarn, the warning signs. Looking at it backward it was obvious all along. But back then, when she knew nothing about anything, she had not seen it coming. She had walked straight into it with her eyes open.

Γιατί οι άνθρωποι δεν είναι πάντα επιεικείς με τους διαφορετικούς. «Ναι, είναι υπέροχη» έκανε και αγκάλιασε την Κριστίνα για να την καληνυχτίσει. Ο Πάτρικ στεκόταν ήδη στην κουζίνα. «Θα φτιάξω ένα σαντουιτσάκι. Κοίτα, ήταν όλα πεντανόστιμα, ακόμα κι εκείνα τα φύκια. Αλλά εγώ πεινώ ακόμη και πίτσα δεν πήραμε…» Η Ερίκα περιεργάστηκε τον άντρα της στο φως του ορθάνοιχτου ψυγείου. Ο Πάτρικ είχε ήδη προλάβει να βγάλει το παντελόνι και ήταν με τις κάλτσες, το σλιπ και το πουκάμισο. Στους κροτάφους του φαινόταν κάποιο γκριζάρισμα και οι γραμμές έκφρασης γύρω από τα μάτια είχαν αυγατίσει. Ήταν ομορφότερος από ποτέ. «Σ’ αγαπώ» του είπε. «Πόσο σ’ αγαπώ, Θεέ μου!»