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Internet Arcade Console Living Room. Books to Borrow Open Library. Search the Wayback Machine Search icon An illustration of a magnifying glass. Sign up for free Log in. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! The winter apocalypse and it’s effect on mankind should have been greatly expanded. The main character could have been more human and less all-knowing and omnipotent.
Other characters could have been a much bigger part of the story. I am so glad that I did; an exciting story, competently written, perfectly edited and totally free of bad language. Around halfway through this many stranded tale, the scientists made a discovery and I thought ‘OK, job done’ but no, lots more ideas still coming. Totally brilliant, such amazing imagination and attention to detail and totally absorbing.
Although this is book one of two, you will be satisfied with how part one ends. Personally I was disappointed by the story. The first third builds up nicely. Realistic SF, plenty of drama, nice enough characters. During the second third the author starts to focus more and more on the characters and less on the main plot of the story. Now I’m not against character building at all, but it should support the main story line and not take over.
The final third drives this change so fat that the plot is more like a side-line, which is dutifully processed and quickly dispatched off. Focus is mainly on the characters and tends to repeat itself often and dwell on points that were made clear several chapters back. I think it’s a missed opportunity. Either a better balance between character relations and plot or perhaps a bit more pages to that the plot can have the attention it deserves. It is a very nice plot and I think there’s so much more in it that would make it even a better story.
For me is means that I won’t start on the second part although I already bought it. I liked the way the narrative was delivered by switching between the two characters speaking in the first person. That was clever. I liked the pace of the book.
There was enough detail to slow down a mad dash through the story without becoming tedious. The response of the nations was believable. You wondered whether they would choose to cooperate. The introduction of Oscar was also a clever way to bring up an issue without becoming preachy. It was also good to read an author he did not dependent on so called strong language to create characters or atmosphere.
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Back to top. Get to Know Us. Make Money with Us. Father was somberly dressed in a dark gray suit, starched white shirt, and black satin tie. He looked dapper, as always, even though his hair was receding and his waistcoat bulged a little beneath the gold watch chain.
His face was frozen in an expression of false calm. Carla knew that look. He wore it when one of the family had done something that angered him. He held in his hand a copy of the weekly magazine for which Mother worked, The Democrat. She wrote a column of political and diplomatic gossip under the name of Lady Maud. Father began to read aloud.
He was elected, but he stood above the squabbles of day-to-day politics, acting as referee. The chancellor was the premier. Although Hitler had been made chancellor, his Nazi Party did not have an overall majority in the Reichstag—the German parliament—so, for the present, the other parties could restrain Nazi excesses.
Father spoke with distaste, as if forced to mention something repellent, like sewage. She, too, was pretending to be calm, but Carla knew she was just waiting for her moment. The maid, Ada, was standing at the counter in an apron, slicing cheese. She put a plate in front of Father, but he ignored it. She said it helped the reader picture them. She herself had fine clothes, but times were hard and she had not bought anything new for years.
This morning she looked slim and elegant in a navy blue cashmere dress that was probably as old as Carla. Did she beg Hitler to stop whipping up hatred of Jews? Here it comes, Carla thought. Father was logical, cautious, law-abiding. Mother had style and humor. He got his way by quiet persistence, she with charm and cheek.
They would never agree. His voice became louder. The real danger is not to mock the Nazis. What would life be like for our children if Germany became a Fascist state? She could not bear to hear that the family was in danger. Life must go on as it always had. She wished she could sit in this kitchen for an eternity of mornings, with her parents at opposite ends of the pine table, Ada at the counter, and her brother, Erik, thumping around upstairs, late again.
Why should anything change? She had listened to political talk every breakfast-time of her life and she thought she understood what her parents did, and how they planned to make Germany a better place for everyone. But lately they had begun to talk in a different way.
They seemed to think that a terrible danger loomed, but Carla could not quite imagine what it was. The row was only just getting started, but at that moment Erik came down, clattering like a horse on the stairs, and lurched into the kitchen with his school satchel swinging from his shoulder. He was thirteen, two years older than Carla, and there were unsightly black hairs sprouting from his upper lip.
When they were small, Carla and Erik had played together all the time; but those days were over, and since he had grown so tall he had pretended to think she was stupid and childish. The piano often woke them in the morning.
Mother played in the morning because, she said, she was too busy the rest of the day and too tired in the evening. This morning she had performed a Mozart sonata, then a jazz tune.
Carla thought his manners were dreadful. Father looked severe. She smiled at him. She began to feel better. She took some black bread and dipped it in milk. But now Erik wanted an argument. Now she just sounded wearily disappointed. Arabs ruled the world in the Middle Ages—the Muslims were doing algebra when German princes could not write their own names.
Their mothers were best friends, too. Carla wanted to ask, but something told her she should not. She made a mental note to ask Mother later. Then she immediately forgot about it. Father left first, wearing a long black overcoat. Then Erik put on his cap—perching it as far back on his head as it would go without falling off, as was the fashion among his friends—and followed Father out of the door.
Carla and her mother helped Ada clear the table. Carla loved Ada almost as much as she loved her mother. When Carla was little, Ada had taken care of her full-time, until she was old enough to go to school, for Mother had always worked. Ada was not married yet. She was twenty-nine and homely-looking, though she had a lovely kind smile. Last summer she had had a romance with a policeman, Paul Huber, but it had not lasted.
Carla and her mother stood in front of the mirror in the hall and put on their hats. Mother took her time. She chose a dark blue felt, with a round crown and a narrow brim, the type all the women were wearing, but she tilted hers at a different angle, making it look chic. Mother looked like a goddess of war, her long neck and chin and cheekbones carved out of white marble; beautiful, yes, but definitely not pretty. Carla had the same dark hair and green eyes, but looked more like a plump doll than a statue.
When Mother was ready, they went out. She liked him. It was just a game to Frieda, but Carla was secretly serious. Werner was handsome and grown-up and not a bit silly like Erik.
Frieda had another brother, Axel, seven, but he had been born with spina bifida, and had to have constant medical care. He lived in a special hospital on the outskirts of Berlin. Mother was preoccupied on the journey. Was Father right? After a ten-minute walk they arrived at a grand villa in a big garden. Two cars stood in the driveway. The large shiny black one belonged to Herr Franck. The engine rumbled, and a cloud of blue vapor rose from the tailpipe.
The chauffeur, Ritter, with uniform trousers tucked into high boots, stood cap in hand ready to open the door. A short man with a gray beard came out of the house carrying a leather case, and touched his hat to Mother as he got into the small car.
They soon found out. Anxiety showed on her pale face. Instead of welcoming them in, she stood squarely in the doorway as if to bar their entrance. She has a fever and a cough. Have you had it? But what about your husband? She had never had measles. She realized this meant she could not spend the day with Frieda. Carla was disappointed, but Mother was quite shaken. All the grown-ups were apprehensive about the general election to be held next Sunday.
Mother and Father both feared the Nazis might do well enough to take full control of the government. I wonder whether Walter could be persuaded to take a day off to look after Carla?
The instrument stood on a spindly-legged table near the door. She got through to him and explained the situation. She listened for a minute, then looked angry. Father loved her dearly, she knew, but in all her eleven years he had never looked after her for a whole day. Men did not do that sort of thing. But Mother sometimes pretended not to know the rules women lived by. Carla hated it when they fought, and this was the second time in a day.
It made the whole world seem unstable. She was much more scared of quarrels than of the Nazis. He greeted Mother pleasantly, and she paused to speak politely to him while Monika helped him into a black topcoat with a fur collar. Browse by Genre. Science Fiction. Literary Fiction. Free First in Series. Katie Porter Cozy Mystery Series. Hunted by the Faery Queen Romance Series.
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Carla did not know much about men, but she realized they did not like to be lectured on their duty by women. Software Images icon An illustration of two photographs. Carla knew her, but could not place her. Book 3. The stories so brilliantly begun in the first book in the series are taken up here and just as interesting new threads are added. Mother gave him a charming smile. When one of the characters gives birth to a child with brain damage, the seeds of a later eugenic control programme are sown.❿
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