My brain doesn’t ever let me keep still, Ed. Then, later in the book, in speaking to one of the characters, Ed, they say In relation to some sudden news, there is the sentence “Like a trip on the pavement, your face suddenly smashed on to concrete.” Having smashed my face on a pavement recently thanks to tripping on some badly maintained pavement, this particular line certainly resonated. There were also a couple of phrases I could relate to…
The story itself is very engaging, as are the characters and the way it is written. Even the student herself comments “I mean I do know it’s a cliché.” Yes, it really is and it’s over-used.Īnyway, once we get past that (and I have to admit, it fitted well with this particular story), the book is great. And, like that one, “Her Perfect Family” decided it was necessary to have a male lecturer sleep with one of his female students. The most recent other one was “Choose Me” by Tess Gerritsen and Gary Braver. It’s not often that I read books with a university setting. However, soon the book took a turn that I didn’t like. I think Reading University does (or did) something like this. It’s not only something I will be discussing in one of my future works on symbolism, but I have also suggested to my own university that we provide a guide to people attending graduation ceremonies that explains some of what they will see.
I have no idea.Įven as a university lecturer, I completely empathize with this view. Which colour for which university each professor attended. I imagine those in the know understand all these sartorial signals of intellectual pecking order. At a graduation ceremony, one of the characters thinks about how the university lecturers are dressed… I had a good feeling about it at first when it started making some comments that appealed to my interest in symbolism. This was a fabulously enjoyable book and very much fell into the “ confliction” type of book (where I was desperate to get to the end to find out what happened, but desperately didn’t want it to end as I was enjoying it so much). This was, as far I can tell, the first book by Teresa Driscoll.
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