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<p><span style="font-size:15px;">対æ¦<strong>ï¼<em>Lips Touch vs. The Lost<br />
Conspiracy</em></strong></span></p>
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<p><em><span style="font-size:15px;"><strong>The Lost Conspiracy!</strong></span></em></p>
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<p>If I had come across these two books side-by-side on a table in a library or bookstore, I might have chosen the wrong one.</p>
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<p>Page 1 of Lips Touch: Three Times is seductive, exquisite, perfectly polished. The book is 265 pages, broken into three “evening-sized” chunks. Perfect, I might have thought, I can fit this into a weekend’s reading time.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:14px;">Lips Touch:Three Timesã®æåã®ãã¼ã¸ã¯é æçã§ã精緻ã§ãå®ç§ã«æ´ç·´ããã¦ããã265ãã¼ã¸ãï¼ã¤ã®ãå¤ã¹ã®èªæ¸ãµã¤ãºãã«åããã¦ããããé±æ«ã«èªã¿åãã®ã«ã´ã£ãããã¨æã£ãã ããã</span></p>
<p>Page 1 of The Lost Conspiracy has a confusing little metaphor mashup—plural “senses” compared to a singular “hook on a fishing line;” conflicting verbs “tether” and “reel;” and then in an attempt to clarify the singular/plural problem, another comparison, the Lost moving their senses independently, “like snails’ eyes on stalks.” Huh? How many pages is this book? 566.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:14px;">The Lost Conspiracy ã®æåã®ãã¼ã¸ã¯æ··ä¹±ããæå©ã®ã¾ãããã§ããããã¨ãã°ãè¤æ°ã®æè¦ãåæ°ã®ãé£ã糸ã®éãã«ä¾ãããã “tetherï¼æç¸ãããç¸ã§ç¹ãã¨ããæå³ï¼”㨠“reel ï¼ã¤ã糸ãå·»ãä¸ããï¼ã¨ããçç¾ããåè©ã使ãããåæ°è¤æ°ã®çç¾ã説æãããã¨ãã¦ãLostããã®æè¦ãå¥ã ã«åããããã¾ã “like snails’ eyes on stalks “ ï¼ã«ã¿ãã ãªã®ç®ãå¥ã ã«åãããã«ï¼ã¨æ¯å©ãã¦ãããã¯ãï¼ãã®æ¬ä½ãã¼ã¸ããã®ï¼ï¼ï¼ï¼ãã¼ã¸ï¼</span></p>
<p>Anita? Trade you for Sweethearts of Rhythm?<br />Oh, that’s not allowed? Okay, then.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:14px;">Anitaï¼å¥ã®å¯©å¤ï¼ã Sweethearts of Rhythm ï¼ãã®å¯©å¤ãæ å½ããèãæ¬ï¼ã¨äº¤æãã¦ãããªãï¼ããé§ç®ãªã®ããªã¼ã±ã¼ãããã§ã¯&#8230;</span></p>
<p>As I began reading The Lost Conspiracy, my grouchiness about that first page set me off on the wrong foot. It was a slow start for me, so much landscape to cover, so many people (not to mention volcanoes) to get to know, and then, bam—just when you start to know your way around, you have to get your bearings all over again. But I kept reading, and within a few hundred pages, I was completely captivated by the characters, the story, the culture, the deep and meaningful intrigue of it all. After I finished, when I returned to see how I felt about the beginning, the confusion on the first page seemed minor; beyond that one page, the writing is clear and careful, often poetic. (Have you ever wondered why it’s a compliment to call prose “poetic,” and an insult to call poetry “prosaic”? I digress.)<br />Hardinge seamlessly introduces the culture and history of Gullstruck Island by walking her characters, Hathin and Arilou, through the landscape, which they/we, navigate by remembering/learning traditional stories. The volcanoes are characters, with powerful personalities and relationships among themselves as well as between them and the people.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:14px;">The Lost Conspiracy ã¯èªã¿å§ãã®ä¸æ©å«ãã§åºã ãã®é¢ä¿ã¯æªãã£ããåºãåå°ãå¤ãã®ç»å ´äººç©ï¼ãã®ããç«å±±ï¼ãç¥ããã°ãªãããã¹ãã¼ãªåºã ãã ã£ããæ¬ã®èå°ã«ãªã£ã¦ããå ´æã人ã ãããããç解ããã¨ããã§ãã¾ããã©ã£ãããåã³ææ ¢ãå¼·ãããããã¨ã«ãããã§ãèªã¿ç¶ããã¨ãããä½ç¾ãã¼ã¸ã®ãã¡ã«ãç»å ´äººç©ãã¹ãã¼ãªã¼ãæåããã¹ã¦ã®æ·±ãã¨ãæå³æ·±é·ãªçæ¸ããããããã¹ã¦ã«å®ç§ã«èã«ãªã£ã¦ãããæåèªã¿å§ããã¨ãã«æãããã¨ããèªå¾ã«æ¯ãè¿ã£ã¦ã¿ããããããã¯å¤§ãããã¨ã§ã¯ãªãããã«æããããã®æåã®ãã¼ã¸ãé¤ãã¦ãæç« ã¯æçã§æ éã«æ¸ããã¦ãããè©©çã§ããã£ãã</span><br /><span style="font-size:14px;">Hardingeã¯ãç»å ´äººç©ã® Hathin 㨠Arilouãæ©ãåããããã¨ã§Gullstruck島ã®æåã¨æ´å²ããã©ã¿ãªãèªè ã«ç´¹ä»ãã¦ããã島ã®æ¯è¦³ãã¨ããã¦ãã®å°ã«ä¼ããä¼çµ±çãªç©èªãç¥ãã®ã§ãããç«å±±ãã¡ã¯ã人éã¨ã ãã§ãªãç«å±±å士ã®ãã¯ãã«ãªé¢ä¿ã¨äººæ ¼ãæã£ãç»å ´äººç©ãã¡ãªã®ã ã</span></p>
<p>&#160;I was swept into my second reading, and happily kept going, reading the entire 566 pages all over again. Beautiful, deep, and strong, this is a book to reward a relaxed and attentive reader of any age.</p>
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<p>I marked over 50 places I could quote as examples of my delight. I’ll offer two. “Nundestruth,” the name of the language parents don’t want their children to use, is a condensation of “Not under this roof.” Like so much in this book, uniquely imagined, while at the same time universal and recognizable. And watching Jimboly in action, creating a mob scene—jaw-dropping the first time I came to it, equally impressive on my second reading when I was watching for it.<br />I’ll mention one quibble—I thought the word “imbecile”&#160;as shorthand for a person’s intellectual limitations had been retired decades ago. I’m not saying it should read, “It’s possible to be Lost and still be intellectually limited.”&#160; Just that Hardinge is skillful enough to develop this aspect of Arilou’s life with the same degree of nuance that she uses to bring us to understood what it means to be Lost.<br />But beyond that—way beyond that—the entire book is finely tuned, magnificently constructed, a beautifully told story, well worth the telling.</p>
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<p>So then I got a little worried. What if Lips Touch: Three Times is equally compelling—<br />and I can only pick one. For awhile I thought that would be true, and it was actually a problem I was looking forward to solving.</p>
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<blockquote><p>In the first short story, Kizzy becomes so real, so quickly. Her two friends, Cactus and Evie, and the conversations among the three of them, are both funny and heartbreaking—completely believable. The beautiful dangerous boy, Jack Husk—the goblin in disguise—is believable, too—and you can’t h<br />
elp hoping Kizzy gets to kiss him, even when, like Kizzy, you know it’s not too smart of her to do so.</p></blockquote>
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<p><span style="font-size:14px;">æåã®ã¹ãã¼ãªã¼ã§Kizzyã¯ãç¬ãéã«ç¾å®çãªåå¨ã«ãªãã彼女ã®å人Cactusã¨Evieã¨ã®ä¼è©±ã¯ãå¯ç¬ããããã¦æ²çã§ãå®ç§ã«çå®å³ããããGoblinãå½è£ ãã¦ããç¾ããã¦å±éºãªå°å¹´ Jack Huskãçå®å³ããããKizzyãå½¼ãããã¹ãããã®ãæå¾ ããã«ã¯ãããªãããã¨ããKizzyã®ããã«ããããã¦ã¯ãªããªãã¨ç¥ã£ã¦ãã¦ãã</span></p>
<p>It’s the last sentence of this first story that threw me. The surface story is so carefully crafted, with the underlying grandmother-gypsy-goblin one, supported by the gorgeous drawings, submerged just enough—that in the last moment, it’s the contemporary “real-life”&#160;Kizzy, skipping school to do something dangerous, I found myself watching.</p>
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<p>And my reaction was: What? You’re letting us fall in love with this beautiful, vulnerable girl and then abandoning her in a cemetery—kissing someone you have oh-so-skillfully led us to believe is (okay, “might be”) a serial killer?</p>
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<p>Cactus? Evie? Christina Rossetti?<br />Chapter Four?</p>
<p>It made it hard for me to trust the other two stories. And the stories demand a lot of trust; they take us into some pretty rough territory. I more or less lost interest until a real human boy named Tom took Esme’s long red braid in his hand in the third story. He thought she wouldn’t feel it, but she did, and it pleased her. Such a sweet gesture. Like the kids in&#160; Saint Pock Mark’s Finishing School For Cannibals in the first story, these two were real and I cared about them.<br />ï¼çç¥ï¼</p>
<p>Unfortunately, there was a lot along the way in these two stories that I did not enjoy reading at all, and would not put in the hands of young readers, although I’m impressed with much in the book, and look forward to more books by Laini Taylor and Jim Di Bartolo.</p>
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<p>My choice became clear.<br />The Lost Conspiracy sets out to do something truly ambitious and does it, a fully realized novel that I am happy to send on to Angela, maybe Megan and Katherine, and, I expect, to generations of young readers.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:14px;">The Lost Conspiracy ã¯çã«éå¿ããããã¨ããããã¨ãã¦ããããæåãã¦ããå®ç§ã«æç«ããå°èª¬ã§ãããï¼äºåæ¦ãä¸åæ¦ã決åã®å¯©å¤ã§ããï¼Angela, Megan ,Katherineã«åãã§éãåºãããã次ä¸ä»£ããã®æ¬¡ã®ä¸ä»£ã®è¥ãèªè ã«ãããã§ããã</span></p>
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