“Red. Millie’s room was red.”
The horror I felt when I read about the red room of torture. It was 9:30 PM in the night yesterday and I was, as usual, reading. At 10:00 PM I switch the lights off and then read on getting in to bed. At 10:30 PM I switch the lights back on, and sit on my bed imagining the horrors to be unleashed on Millie in her red bedroom. Millie hated George Clooney. But George Clooney was Jack. But that was a secret between Millie and her sister! Not to be told to anyone! She’d promised if nothing.
For the first 50% of the book, I was like, “What the hell is so big a deal about this book that the review said the book everyone in the blogosphere is raving about?
But then there came the next 50% of the book which made my heart was pound the shit out of me. The places a book can take you to. It’s just amazing isn’t it?
I was there. Yes I was. In the red room with Grace and Jack.
And oh, the irony of his death. You can’t help but feel – Ha! Serves the bastard right!