En smakebit på søndag: The Prince of Mist

Det är söndag och som vanligt kan en dela med sig av en smakbit ur boken som läses hos Mari och bloggen Flukten fra virkeligheten. Min smakbit kommer från The Prince of Mist en YA bok som jag äntligen börjat lyssna på. Carlos Ruiz Zafón är en av mina favoritförfattare och den här känns väldigt lovande. Smakbiten är från de första raderna i boken. Med reservation för eventuella skrivfel då jag inte har tillgång till texten.

Max would never forget that faraway summer when, almost by chance, he discovered magic. It was 1943, and the winds of war were dragging the world relentlessly toward the abyss. In the middle of June, on Max’s thirteenth birthday, his father, an eccentric watchmaker and inventor of dazzling if completely impractical devices, gathered the family in the living room to announce that this would be their last day in the lofty apartment perched high above the oldest part of the city, a place that had been their home ever since he could remember. A deathly silence fell upon the members of the Carver family. They looked at each other, and then at the watchmaker. He had that smile on his face they all knew so well, the one that always meant he had bad news or another of his crazy ideas.

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