Muhammad Salah Salah itibaren Jawory, Poľsko
The 23rd book in the Bolitho series. It is 1814 and Admiral Sir Richard Bolitho returns to England after several months on the North American coast only to be dispatched to Malta soon afterwards. Just when he gets the word to return home however, a strange sail is seen on the horizon... The ending of the book sets up the start of a fresh series starring Adam Bolitho as he takes up and clips on Sir Richard's sword in place of his own.
I liked it, but the end felt verrrrrrrrrrryy preachy, and unlike the Auster I've read, which is far cleverer and less like someone's grandfather giving me a moral talking-to.
My hearts racing! Where did this book come from? I can’t figure it out. It’s like a new language or a laboratory grown vegetable. How did it happen? I’ve completely thrown myself into finding all there is to know about the author, I’m not stalking I’m stalling. I refuse to believe that this book will end. It can’t end. So, hence I’m reading painfully slowly. Ed, oh Ed. You are it! The one! The ultimate perfectly formed human. Lucy, Lucy I want to be inside your head. I want to curl up next to your imagination and be its best friend. You’re two halves of the same canvas and you both don’t know it!! I want to kiss Leo until my lips bleed his wonderful lines and incredible heart causes me to sigh every time he pops up on a page. Marvellous enchanting. A freakish moment of happy madness that will stay with you for the rest of your life.