The Glassblower's Daughter
This is a wonderful book, exquisitely written. It made me laugh, cry and think. I finished reading it a few days ago and it is still very much alive in my mind. Feels like one of those books that you never forget - truly memorable, with a lingering, haunting quality. In a nutshell, it gave me everything I want from a book – it moved me, engaged me at a deep level, and took me to a perfectly created world that I believed in with characters that I cared about.
Frances Clarke’s writing is an absolute delight to read; the period is beautifully evoked, her descriptions have a poetic element – I marked so many passages that I ended up with a scarf-length list of highlighted text. I didn’t want to lose any of these sparkling gems. Just a few here…
“Afternoon darkness pasted the sky shut like an eyelid.”
“Torch-light shone rose and gold on the trapezium of skin between his thumb and cantilevered finger bones.”
“The windowpanes projected a hopscotch of sunlight onto the parquet flooring.”
“…’Thank you’ rustled his cellophane voice.”
“The soles of her feet no longer recognised the floor.”
These and so many other gorgeous sentences in The Glassblower’s Daughter made me ache with appreciation, admiration and the pure joy of finding words used in such a way – they fitted into a place in my mind as if specially crafted.
You know that feeling when you read a book, see a film or hear a piece of music that is so good you want to stop strangers in the street and force them to read, see or hear it too? This is one of those books. Give yourself a treat. Buy this book now and read it, read it, read it.
(reviewed 65 days after purchase)