The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield
All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world
seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know the feeling when you
start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had
time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and
themes -- characters even -- caught in the fibers of your clothes, and
when you open the new book, they are still with you.
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