A lazy day reading

Sunday I read most of the day. This book had a good rhythm to it. Lovely.
The cover, I find, is very misleading, it not that type of book at all.

page 4: You could hear the waves lapping lazily against the shore like a snoring guard dog, but we caught only narrow glimpses of the blueness.

page 83: Is the heart always failing itself or by nature unfaithful?

page 149: Suddenly her beauty would look sorrowful: a fruit bruising in front of my eyes. The sun would roll off the horizon and leave the river mute and grey. It was difficult then to imagine the light ever returning.

page 236: She was older, tears clinging to her eyelids like diamonds.

Anatomy of a Disappearance © Hisham Matar 2011