Thursday, August 25, 2011
Reading: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
Here is an excerpt from Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children:
I recognized them somehow, though I didn't know where from. They seemed like faces from a half-remembered dream. Where I had seen them before - and how did they know my grandfather's name?
Then it clicked. Their clothes, strange even for Wales. Their pale unsmiling faces. The pictures strewn before me, staring up at me just as the children stared down. Suddenly I understood.
I'd seen them in the photographs.
The girl who'd spoken stood up to get a better look at me. In her hands she held a flickering light, which wasn't a lantern or a candle but seemed to be a ball of raw flame, attended by nothing more than her bare skin. I'd seen her picture not five minutes earlier, and in it she looked much the same as she did now, even cradling the same strange light between her hands.
I'm Jacob, I wanted to say. I've been looking for you. But my jaw had come unhinged, and all I could was stare.