Martin's Must-Reads

“She was not used to being hunted. The lake stretched slate blue, glittering. The woman gazed over it, hands lying loose in her lap. A folded newspaper sat beside her on the bench. The headlines all trumpeted arrests, deaths, forthcoming trials. The trials would be held in Nuremberg, it seemed.”

I’m Betty Martin with "Martin’s Must Reads" and that’s the opening lines to Kate Quinn’s historical novel The Huntress. It’s the story of three very different women from 1946-1950, who, as the story begins, stand on vastly different shores.

“Holding her first grandchild in her arms in 2003, Mary Robinson was struck by the uncertainty of the world he had been born into. Before his fiftieth birthday, he would have to share the planet with more than nine billion people - people battling for food, water, and shelter in an increasing volatile climate. The faceless, shadowy menace of climate change had become, in an instant, deeply personal."

“My phone doesn’t ring often - and it makes me jump when it does - and it’s usually people asking if I’ve mis-sold Payment Protection Insurance. I whisper “I know where you live” to them and hang up the phone very, very gently. No one’s been in my flat this year apart from service professionals; I’ve not voluntarily invited another human being across my threshold, except to read the meter. You’d think that would be impossible, wouldn’t you? It’s true though. I do exist, don’t I?”

“At twenty-eight years old, Scott Harrison had it all. As a top nightclub promoter in New York City, his life was an endless cycle of drugs, booze, models - repeat. But ten years in, desperately unhappy and morally bankrupt, he asked himself, ‘What would the exact opposite of my life look like?'”

“The Bluthner carried the memory of every note it had ever created. Every chord, every scale.  It had absorbed all the grief and longing and joy and exultation expressed through it’s action, the impression of every touch and every tear shed at its keyboard.”

I’m Betty Martin with "Martin’s Must Reads" and that’s a quote from Chris Cander’s book The Weight of a Piano.

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