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.
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.
‘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.
The sickle moon had just slipped below the western horizon when the file of mounted men emerged from the trees.
I always thought the moment you met the great love of your life would be like the movies.
‘For young people who have never been through any of those things, or lived in a time when they were happening, this seems just frightful . . .
Kiwi the Shih Tzu gets loose on the Thursday before the schools in the district let out for winter break.
On the day I was born, 3rd August 1986, ‘The Edge of Heaven’ by Wham! was number one.
Pripyat in the Ukraine is a place unlike anywhere else I have been. It is a place of utter despair.
I decided that Orion needed to die after the second time he saved my life.
Adjectives such as ‘singular’ and ‘extraordinary’ tend to be overused by biographers to describe the lives of the people they’re writing about, not to mention the publicists who are paid to promote their books.
Come now. On this mild summer’s night let us gaze upon two men who have known what it is to love and be loved, to hold and be held, and who now have only death for companionship.
By the time Eliza Maxine Olivia Miller was eleven, she had lived in eight different country towns.
Of all the things I’d imagined might stop us from reaching Rennart Castle by nightfall, goats had not even made the top fifty.
In the spring of 1944, I was sixteen, living with my parents and two older sisters in Kassa, Hungary.