A Retir’d Friendship
Here let us sit and bless our Starres
Who did such happy quiet give,
As that remov’d from noise of warres.
In one another’s hearts we live.
Why should we entertain a feare?
Love cares not how the world is turn’d.
If crouds of dangers should appeare,
Yet friendship can be unconcern’d.
We weare about us such a charme,
No horrour can be our offence:
For mischief’s self can doe no harme
To friendship and to innocence.
Could not put it down, this mystery by Tana French. It brought me back to girls’ mean ways, cliques and bonds, manipulations and trickery. But in this case, there is also evil of the worst kind; unspeakable actions disguised as loving intent. It’s a powerful mystery, one that had me absolutely riveted for the past two days. Rarely have I read dialogue so true, nor a plot more expertly woven.