It is truly unbelievable, how self can focus on anything when so much is going on in the world. Nevertheless, here she is!
She’s still enjoying The Snakes, by Sadie Jones. We meet Alex, the wife’s brother, who owns a hotel. The couple decide to drop by for a visit.
Beyond the narrow terrace a stone path led down through tangled grass, studded with dandelions. At the bottom of the garden was the barn and log pile. The heavy buds of roses lolled over cracked flower beds.
“What do you think of my garden furniture? It was dead cheap,” said Alex.
Several tables and chairs were scattered about, they were brand new, with brash, brown matching sunbeds dotted chaotically between.
“Is he taking the piss?” whispered Dan.
Between the strange brother, the moody husband (Yes, the husband, Dan, is moody), and the decrepit hotel, the stage is set for . . . well, who knows what the stage is set for. Goodreads reviewers have expressed disappointment at the ending, but self is determined to carry on!
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