Alfred Hitchcock is an
author that I have not read yet (and too much of a wimp to watch his movies!). But,
I have wanted to read one of his books for some time, so was thrilled when I found
this one on my Mom’s bookshelf. I must admit that I borrowed it ages ago, but
just never got into it. While I was reading it on the aeroplane the other day,
I realised that it is not his work, but rather a compilation of his favourite short
stories. I have never been a massive fan of short stories; my preference is to
dig my teeth into a novel or biography.
With that said the selection
of stories were entertaining.
I particularly enjoyed
the writing of Ross McDonald, The Singing Pigeon. Here are a few of my
favourite lines from his story:
“…the words
blurred by distance...”
“More than ever he
resembled a dilapidated boy whose growing pains had never paid off in manhood.”
“Under her mounds
of flesh she had a personality as thin and hard and abrasive as a rasp.”
[My favourite line:
->] “I could smell the fear on Donny: there’s an unexplained trace of
canine in my chromosomes…
3/5
