I’m still reading The Book of Fires by Jane Borodale. The book is really good, but it makes me very anxious. I want to finish it, but every time I read it, I’m filled with a sense of dread… I’m 57% done now, so I’m in it for the long haul.
This quote is from the first page of Chapter 23 – since I’m reading a Kindle copy that doesn’t have true page numbers, that’s the best I can do, folks.
Mr. Blacklock has a copy of the London Evening Post from yesterday spread out on the bench, and is scanning the pages urgently for an account of the opening season’s fireworks at Marylebone Gardens. “How irksome!” he exclaims, finding it. Scornfully he reads aloud:
“Prodigious height! Salutes that deafened the ear for hours subsequent! Glorious climactic eruption, when scarcely an inch of sky was left unemblazoned with brilliance!”