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336 pages, Hardcover
First published May 3, 2018
Clarry had had private worlds before, but they had all been in her head. She had never had a private world with real live people in it. Now she had. At the new school she was not Peter's nuisance sister, Rupert's little cousin, her grandparents' youngest grandchild, Mrs. Morgan's kitchen helper, Miss Vane's Good Deed, and her father's personal destruction.I love the story of Clarry's education - how she gets herself into high school, and then into Oxford - and yet that's something that tripped me up, too: she doesn't fit as a compatriot of Harriet Vane. Is it fair to hold McKay to the standards of Dorothy Sayers? Clarry is great, but Harriet lives.
At school she was Clarry Penrose.
People noticed her smile and her too-long skirt, her quietness, her chopped-off hair, and the speed with which she could climb a rope in the gym. She became a person who walked miles to school, could be asked about math, honestly loved Latin, would remove unwanted spiders, and never had any money. A bit of an oddity, but so were many others. It was a good school, and accepted oddities as long as they had brains.
The line was the shape of a long, lopsided smile. A ravenous, expectant smile. A greedy, unreasonable smile, considering how very, very well it was fed.And all this point-of-view shifting away from Clarry's story gets tangled up with the desire of the boys on the front to spare the people at home generally - everyone's desire to spare Clarry specifically - Peter's rage that Rupert distracts Clarry from her work - and so this book almost feels unsure of what its focus should be.
On either side of the line were the armies. Neither was winning, although not because they didn't try. [...] Absolutely ordinary people made considerable efforts to kill other absolutely ordinary people whom they had never even met.
Things didn't get better; they got worse.
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