In that minute when you’re somewhere you oughtn’t to be, when your fingers are touching someone else’s stuff, when you know a key could go in the lock, a door be opened, a footstep come into the room, in that minute you feel it all over your body. You’re alive. The hairs on the inside of your nose are raised. Your ears are moving to help detect any sound. Bits of your body you didn’t know existed are switched on.
– from Memoirs of a Dipper by Nell Leyshon, which I’ve reviewed for We Love This Book.
29th June 2015 at 10:31 am
This is high on my pile. I loved her last novella The Colour of Milk.