I grabbed this book right after video, or even in the middle, just can't not! («the red shoes» feeling), and i drowned in beauty. sometimes it's so poetic, love how wrapping this language is, and how one sentence wraps you around like a vine, but part of sentence it's next sentence. and turns its neck 180°, and speaks to you on «you», about «YOUR FLOOR», in eyes. so I wanted to lick sentences off the page, eat, kiss words, or don't even know what. am I sound like Bunnies?? but how great that the author throws own obsessions into mouth of new work, like diesel. so you can feel it like living energy and passion from pages. and pills, pain, thinness of skin, strange things like neck - I love Mona for such accents very much, very close images for my subconscious, as «snow white» and «red shoes» is one of most native fairytales for me, because fairytales is a form of ancient psychology before psychology. adore this feeling like «I knew that neck» before, or my reaction when I'm heard about «no more pain», great feeling of something ghosty, but very alive and with flesh, blood. absolutely natural embodiment of ghost story, not forced, great feeling of deja vu - many times through one book. and her books became for me like a symbolical trilogy almost, like a from the same universe, and each new book develops images of consciousness of this universe. painkillers, then skin...I don't know, it looks so logical now. want the fourth, of course, like a wall for house. and really feel that each new book is better. thanks for Mona (thank Mona for compliments to «remains of the day»!!)
