By Joanne Harris
A gripping mental mystery performed out in our on-line world, from the bestselling writer of Chocolat and The Lollipop Shoes."Once there has been a widow with 3 sons, and their names have been Black, Brown and Blue. Black was once the eldest; moody and competitive. Brown was once the center baby, timid and uninteresting. yet Blue was once his mother's favorite. And he used to be a murderer."Blueyedboy is the intense new novel from Joanne Harris: a gloomy and intricately plotted story of a poisonously dysfunctional relatives, a blind baby prodigy, and a serial assassin who's now not who he turns out. advised via posts on firstname.lastname@example.org, it is a mystery that makes inventive use of all of the conceal, deception and brain video games which are provided via enjoying out one's lifestyles on the net.
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Oh yes? ’ ‘People talk,’ said Eleanor. I’ll bet they do. Toxic old cow. Spying on me for Ma, I don’t doubt. And now, thanks to Terri, a spy for my writing-as-therapy class, that little circle of parasites and headcases with whom I share – in supposed confidence – the details of my troubled life. ‘I’ve been preoccupied,’ I said. She gave me a look of sympathy. ‘I know,’ she said. ‘It must be hard. And what about Gloria? ’ She glanced around the parlour, alert for any telltale sign – a smear of dust on the mantelpiece, a speck on any one of Ma’s collection of china dogs – to suggest that Ma might be cracking up.
And his mother loves him so much. B. And maybe she has, because that’s how it feels, as if something has swallowed him, something slow but relentless, something inescapable, sucking him down into the belly of the beast – Swallow. There’s a blue word. Flying south, into the blue. And it smells of the sea and tastes like tears, and it makes him think of that bucket again, and the poor, trapped, scuttling things dying slowly in the sun – She’s so proud of him, she says; of his job; of his intellect; of his gift.
Aka Chryssie Bateman, of California. This one’s a typical Body Freak – has been on a diet since she was twelve, and now weighs over three hundred pounds. Has a history of falling for vicious men. Never learns. Never will. After that there’s ClairDeLune; Clair Mitchell, to her friends. This one’s a local; she teaches a course on creative self-expression at Malbry College (which explains her slightly superior tone and her addiction to literary psychobabble) and runs an online writers’ group as well as a sizeable fansite devoted to a certain middle-aged character actor – let us call him Angel Blue – with whom she is infatuated.