The Universe is everything around you, beyond you, and IT IS ALSO YOU . . .
Her daughter had just fallen back asleep in the crook of her elbow when Mariam noticed the man on the bench in the courtyard below.
Hidden in the shadows of the forest, Bo peeked under the low-hanging branches of a tree and watched the village children play a game.
Sometimes I look at my dogs, their furry, clawy feet, their silly noses, their ridiculous tails, and I think, why?
In case it’s not obvious to all readers, this is a work of satire, and while names may be real, the actions or statements of any person mentioned in this book must not be taken literally by anyone reading it.
As I reach for the doorbell, my phone bleeps with a text and my head instantly fills with a roll call of possibilities.
I am Saroo Brierley’s second mother. He came into the lives of me and my husband, John, as a six-year-old from India, making us parents for the first time.
DEVON MONROE TORE HIS EYES off the two dead bodies in the powder-blue Bentley convertible, top down, idling not twenty yards away, and glanced at his best friend.
‘Here comes the princess, always dressed for a ball,’ the nurse affectionately said to my grandmother-in-law as we passed in the corridors of the Montefiore Jewish nursing home.
‘Normal is a cycle on a washing machine’ is something my dad always told me.
As the new year of 1910 moved closer to its second month, the world marvelled that there had been so few deaths in Paris when the River Seine rose more than eight metres and flooded the city.
I was born into utter poverty in Mao’s Communist China, one of seven sons of hardworking peasant parents in the north-east.