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Sombras

Aqui fica uma pequena amostra do que podem encontrar no meu mais recente livro, Sombras . Espero que gostem. ;)

The Last Fix (Morte numa Noite de VerĂ£o)

In The Last Fix , Dahl creates a psychological thriller full of secrets and half-told stories. The plot is complex, and despite the fact that he takes too long to really get into the story, it is quite engaging. Although this was definitely a good book, it didn't leave me satisfied. Why? Well, first of all, when I started the book, I felt as if it would be full of all sort of  cliches , and although they're dismissed at the end, it kept me wary during the rest of the reading. We face a lot of twists like any good crime novel should have, but a little tiring at some points and despite the fact that we may be surprised by who the real killer is, I felt as if the end was a little cold, lacking emotion. Along the way it was almost impossible to determine who the murderer was, and in the end... that person's motive was the weakest part of the plot from my point of view. During one part of the story, we have information concerning another point of view (the killers...
There were no need for words between them, in order to know what either of them was thinking. Shadows Chapter 1

THEN

When I was younger, all I wanted was to grow up to be able to make my own decisions. For me, being an adult meant liberty and autonomy. I kept thinking how amazing it would be, being able to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I thought it just meant coming and going whenever I desired, and being able to go out with my friends without explaining myself to anyone. By now, I just wished my toughest decisions would still be the choice between chocolate, vanilla and strawberry flavors for my ice creams... Being an adult is nothing as I had thought, it actually resembles bad advertising, where everything was promised yet nothing really delivered. Nowadays, I feel like a puppet being pushed around, as if life were messing with me, all the while laughing, and the choices I want to make seem outright impossible. In the end, life is just some sort of bad joke.