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181 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 18, 2011
'Groups of two or three children between the ages of five and nine sat at the small tables and drank their gin and puffed their pipes, for all the world like miniature adults in their toping and smoking'London is 1840s was not a good place. And as if the pictures like that aren't enough, you find out that Brodie's wife died three years ago, leaving him with two young children. His daughter is very sick. The author doesn't simply skim over Brodie's household. He lives with them and their housekeeper, Mrs. Marshall. You see him as a father, reading to his children; you see him buying a used book because his daughter wants to read it. He does that even when he knows he needs it for more important things. You know it is irresponsible, but you can't help but thinking you'd do the same thing just to see your child smile. Even when he is in trouble, when he is suffering, he is always a gentle and devoted father. There are bitter-sweet moments of peace when he is home.
“I know what a rake is,” said Rachel with a sweet smile. Mrs Marshall was shocked. I looked at her sternly, as if to ask what she had been teaching my children when I was not there. “It's what gardeners use to sweep up leaves. Why are they bad, Mrs Marshall? And why did they wander the streets?” You could see the childish vision of an army of garden implements drifting around the roads and alleys of London light up her face.Third: mistakes. I was surprised that book this well written contains sentences like this one: 'I feared for my life. Now, as we are leaving it, I fear for their's... or ''The boy's fathers chatted with each other in that great logjam'. Fortunately, there are only few of them and I won't let two or three mistakes influence my opinion.