Bliss by Peter Carey

By Peter Carey

This novel, by means of the writer of "Oscar and Lucinda", tells the tale of a guy who, improving from dying, is confident that he's in hell. For the 1st time in his existence, Harry pleasure sees the realm because it quite is, and takes up a computer to discover and notate the real nature of the Underworld.

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Usually I would brush the question off and retreat to my room, but once I made the mistake of answering. “I’m not as pretty as Jenna,” I said, as though it needed saying. ” She put a hand on my arm. ” There was: Michael, a popular boy with creamy skin, roses in his cheeks, and dark brown eyes, a basketball player. I’d liked him since fourth grade. Unlike the other popular boys, he wasn’t unkind to girls like me. Once in junior high when the bell rang, I left my pencil case on my desk, and he ran after me, shouting my name.

Maddy called me on the intercom, and I got a little lost and…” My voice trailed off. ” Lucia asked, hands on her hips. ” “It was pretty loud. ” “Must have been Brenda,” Lucia said briskly. ” A few times since my arrival at Thornfield Park I had passed a broad-shouldered, mannish woman, older than the rest of the housekeeping staff. That must have been Brenda. But hadn’t I been told the third floor was unsafe and off-limits? Anticipating my question, Lucia said, “I know, I said it wasn’t safe up there.

Then, hurrying home, I’d catch my reflection in a shopwindow and be brought abruptly back to reality. The train chugged to a start, daylight mercifully erasing my image. The morning had turned out crisp and nearly cloudless, a good day for a fresh start. I tried to settle back in my seat, to relax and collect myself. Calm, cool, capable, I silently repeated to myself. That’s what I’m going to be. Calm, cool, capable. The ride passed too quickly. Before I felt remotely ready, the train was pulling into Old Saybrook station.

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