Book: The Emperor of Paris
Author: CS Richardson
A book I am delighted to own; to hold; to re-read. But not a story for everyone—the reader needs to be comfortable with holding the threads of multiple characters as they slide between the pages of the book and drift from the present to the past, creating ripples as they gently bump against one another; each telling his or her own story and also sharing the story of stories.
Author: CS Richardson
A book I am delighted to own; to hold; to re-read. But not a story for everyone—the reader needs to be comfortable with holding the threads of multiple characters as they slide between the pages of the book and drift from the present to the past, creating ripples as they gently bump against one another; each telling his or her own story and also sharing the story of stories.
A story can begin with a word, or by stepping onto a book,
or with the glimpse of an object, or with the stroke of a paintbrush or with
the uncovering of a scar. Each
character shares her own personal way of stories and lets the reader become
deliciously wrapped up in them, a chuckle here, a tear escaping there, a sigh.
The Emperor of Paris is as different from The Ocean at the
End of the Lane as can be and yet they share the essence of story. Curl up with this book and let the story
be unwrapped for you.
“The place I call there is not as cruel as you may think and you don’t have to go far to reach it. Sometimes all you need do is walk to the end of the street and turn the corner. And remember, no matter how far you wander, here will always be here." page 172
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