tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28875475.post116134697864771262..comments2020-06-13T13:53:18.071+00:00Comments on Mortal Ghost: Chapter FourteenLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13770069472552779217noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28875475.post-1161774654852759352006-10-25T11:10:00.000+00:002006-10-25T11:10:00.000+00:00I agree with clare: as the novel progresses the re...I agree with clare: as the novel progresses the references and the subtlety of the writing are drawing me further inside the story.<BR/><BR/>I especially enjoyed the last part of the chapter!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06280161801824435219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28875475.post-1161719252121206702006-10-24T19:47:00.000+00:002006-10-24T19:47:00.000+00:00An intriguing end to this chapter, Lee - looking f...An intriguing end to this chapter, Lee - looking forward to the next...<BR/>AddyWilfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15255247027469318384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28875475.post-1161593040055431452006-10-23T08:44:00.000+00:002006-10-23T08:44:00.000+00:00This is becoming more and more absorbing. I love ...This is becoming more and more absorbing. I love the subtle assumptions e.g. Meg saying you're a healer aren't you? <BR/>It says so much, so economically.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28875475.post-1161374077093884602006-10-20T19:54:00.000+00:002006-10-20T19:54:00.000+00:00Ooooh nice... I'm on tenterhooks to know where you...Ooooh nice... I'm on tenterhooks to know where you're going with this...<BR/><BR/>Love these two linked paragraphs:<BR/><BR/><I>A few coarse grains of demerara sugar were scattered near the sugar bowl. Jesse prodded them with a fingertip. An ant would see what? Large craggy chunks of grit? A gift of the Great God Ant? An ecstatic chance? He brought his finger close and stared at the crystals clinging to his skin. He tried to imagine what it would be like not to wonder, not to have a life in his head. It was a damned lonely business, this noisy shuttered skulling. Yet without it … He licked his finger.<BR/><BR/>'Compared to you, I'm something like an ant being asked to follow Shakespeare. It can crawl between the pages. It can trace the path of the printer's ink. And it can certainly be crushed if you slam the book shut.' With the edge of her hand she swept the sugar together into her palm, a movement as spare as a haiku. 'But it will still find its way to the sugar from far off, won’t it?' She brushed the crystals off into the sugar bowl.</I><BR/><BR/>I especially liked the references to Shakespeare and haiku...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28875475.post-1161362039428957452006-10-20T16:33:00.000+00:002006-10-20T16:33:00.000+00:00Thanks, Joe!Thanks, Joe!Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770069472552779217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28875475.post-1161361388921223662006-10-20T16:23:00.000+00:002006-10-20T16:23:00.000+00:00I'm no longer a "YA", but I do enjoy your writing....I'm no longer a "YA", but I do enjoy your writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com