Learning to Talk by Hilary Mantel are loosely autobiographical stories. back blurb: Her tales begin in the 1950s in an insular northern village "scoured by bitter winds and rough gossip tongues." With a deceptively light tough, Mantel illuminates the poignant experiences of childhood that leave each of us forever changed.
Her descriptions are just so rich and fun to read. I am in awe of her writing.
p. 51 It was a small gray car, like a jelly mold, out of which a giant might turn a foul jelly of profanity and grease.
p. 63 In that one moment it seemed to me that the world was blighted, and that every adult throat bubbled, like a garbage pail in August, with the syrup of rotting lies.
Whoa. A bit dark, but thought provoking.
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