The Bone Clocks by David C. Mitchell. A Review. Book 17 out of 52

“One moment you’re carrying this loveable little tyke on your shoulders, the next she’s off, and you realize what you suspected all along: However much you love them, your own children are only ever on loan.”

Ok, so the quote does not jive with the story. But, that does not detract from the quote. “The Bone Clocks” by David Mitchell has a weird way about it. A story about the inner drive to keep moving forward, even in a parallel dystopian world on the brink of absolution. The protagonist is littered through the various stories, the various times, in a way that makes it a little slower of a read. Not due to its complexity, that stands alone by itself. More in the way that Mitchell uses literary devices to make you think. To make you say “What. Just. Happened.” driving you to read the last few pages over again.

It is hard to express that this recursive reading is not out of frustration (which is what I usually experience due to poor writing). But there are countless, and very wicked, moments were the dialog goes from highly complex diatribes to practical common sense, in one line. Between this, and the overall story as you follow the protagonist in her world, all around good read.

4 out of 5 stars for “The Bone Clocks” by David Mitchell. Would recommend for a good autumn read, more than spring.

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