Rated the book
“If she had arrived at the cafe half a minute earlier or later, they would never have met. It was destined for them from above. Ironically, it happened that they became close at a crucial moment. It was the call of an angel, so her grandmother used to say ... "
I decided to re-read Musso's book here. And if earlier I didn’t like it at all, and it seemed to me that from this book I was disappointed in the author, now reading was much easier and more interesting. Although I still can't say that I was delighted with the novel.
Madeleine and Jonathan bumped into each other at the airport. They might never meet again, if not for one circumstance: they themselves, without suspecting it, exchanged their phones and only discovered this when everyone was at home: Madeleine in Paris, and Jonathan in San Francisco. Of course, the story could have ended with how they mail their phones. But instead, everyone decides to rummage through someone else's phone. And they understand that their meeting is not an accident, and they have a lot in common.
To be honest, I’m already tired of writing about it myself, but again, the heroes are gnawed by the secrets of the past, because of which it’s hard for them to live in the present, there are always people who live in the ghetto, but thanks to their not hefty mind and talent they get out of there, etc. .P. The author does not change his style. But when reading this book, the only thing that comes to mind is Stanislavsky's famous expression "I don't believe it!"
The beginning of the novel was promising, and everything went very well. An intriguing plot, bright characters, funny dialogues, and it was interesting to find out what would happen next. But as soon as everything came to the secrets of Madeleine, to which Jonathan was also related, real nonsense went. Yes, and the secret of Jonathan sucked from the finger. Absolutely unbelievable story. The author's detective line turned out badly. I like that Musso's novels are not purely women's novels, he tries to diversify his stories with different styles. And in this novel, the author also tried to mix several styles, of course, it is interesting to read, but it is simply impossible not to find fault with the plot, where the author used various clichés. In a word, bust!
But what annoyed me most about the novel was the relationship between Madeleine and Jonathan. All these pathetic expressions: “having looked at her photograph, he tried to look into her soul”, “he realized that she had many secrets, like him”, etc. Well, I don’t believe in such shamanic things that at first glance he and she understood what kind of people they were, what tormented them, they talked as if they knew everything about each other, considered themselves created for each other, etc. Odin, for the sake of a woman he did not know, left his son on holidays to find her and reveal Alice's secret with her. The other left the groom for the sake of someone who is not clear. I did not believe in their love, which came from nowhere. Yes, and sometimes Madeleine was very infuriated, a kind of battle-woman.
And those twins Johnny and Doyle were just laughable. Indian cinema, by golly. One, of course, is a bad brother, cruel. The other is no better, but not so ruthless compared to him, there is still something humane in him, behind this stone mask lies a sensitive soul, a creative nature. Reading, I remembered: "I am a wild ghost, but very pretty."
And about the situation with a girl named Alice - maybe I'm too cruel, but I do not believe that a young woman is ready to give up her later life just because she could not save a girl she never knew . But since the heroes of Musso are too sensitive and have superpowers, they understand from one photo that they are connected by the closest connection and they are kindred spirits, they see themselves in them and blah blah blah. Honestly, I'm tired. Terribly pathetic. Despite the fact that the author wanted to make his plot original and tried to make everything look like in thrillers, everything turned out terribly snotty. It turned out such a primitive fighter. It seems to be not fantasy, but there is nothing realistic here.
There is absolutely no thought in the novel that one could think about. The novel has absolutely nothing to do with it. Although the annotation is attractive, and the beginning was quite intriguing, but, alas, after the hundredth page, all the charm of the book disappears.
Plus, the book is a very easy and quick read. You don't notice how time flies. The language of the novel is, of course, primitive, pathetic, and the plot is far-fetched, but you can read it at once to pass the evening. But the ending turned out to be somehow crumpled, it seems that the author himself is tired of writing his book, and therefore questions arise. I think the film would be great, and quite likely would be a success.
Although I love Musso, I tell him goodbye! And I'm taking a break for a whole year. I will return to his books only in 2017. I can miss his creativity.
Rated the book
Some strange variations are chosen by the authors to lead the reader to justify the title of the book. If a man longs for a woman and feels that he has known her all his life, then this is the "calling of an angel." With the same success, the book could be called absolutely anything and served with any sauce. And for the umpteenth time in the book, the plot follows the principle "Russia is the most terrible country." Well, why, like a crime, so immediately the Russian mafia, why not the Chinese, why not the Africans, namely the Russians? Forgive me, but it is clearly visible here that a person has seen enough of the Spooks series, otherwise he would not pour characteristic words taken from there. Just as I was furious that the author was "flooded" to talk about the female menstrual calendar and the dates of a possible conception. Of course, I understand that the phrase was dropped by the heroine, but not to the same extent! You will talk about such things with your husband / fiancé / boyfriend, but with a stranger .... And many other things surprised me, which will follow below.
The book is interesting, the detective story and the love story here are very good, but the details… Excuse me, but there are only clichés. If this is a female investigator, then she definitely needs to be sexy and agree to everything. At the same time, she should be able to kick the doors off her feet, and with everything that is beefy and strong man next to her, and it would be easier to ask him, but this is HER investigation, according to her, and portray a catwoman. And yes, yes, as Dontsova’s book was signed “and the gardener kills”, like this here, the investigation is underway ... However, read it and find out for yourself who is there to whom, what helps to do. The next incident concerns Alice. Well, my God, what kind of nonsense with sexual slavery, everything was clear there that the girl was dying, and if she was not helped, then there would be a corpse. The author did a good job, he twisted the plot well, but you also need to work on the little things and remove absurd elements that, apart from the question, cause nothing.
The plus point is that it was not boring to read, and the story of both main characters was fascinated, a kind of puzzle, and remove those unnecessary things that I mentioned above, it would be ideal. I thought that there would be an ordinary, classic love story, without any branches, since an element was introduced - a telephone, around which a story could be twisted. And all this sequence of actions, logic, support of each other is worth a lot. And what colorful places flashed in America, in England, in Paris. Already a kind of mini-trip. Yes, and the heroes themselves seemed to me very nice people who do not pursue fame, this period has already been left far behind and only the brightest and best are ahead. You can't deny this to the heroes. What about love for children? Here the position of the father after the divorce is very well shown, that dad and mom do not pull the blanket over themselves, who is better and who is worse, they have kept quite friendly and warm relationship. And the fact that you should never make hasty and unreasonable conclusions. But, I will say one thing, even if the betrayal had not happened then, it would have happened at another time. Because it is impossible to impress the public forever with your novel, your fortune. Then you get tired of it and want something else. For Jonathan, this was a step towards a new life, towards a revision of values. And even if he had a chance to return everything back, I'm not sure that he would change anything.
The finale remained open for me, because it's impossible to just take and throw away half of the characters. At the very least, there must be something else, some kind of continuation, some rationale, how did they handle the situation, did Madeleine stop blaming herself and did she make the right decision about her future? I, as a reader, will say that yes, I still hope for a “off-screen” successful outcome. Yet the essence of all this is clear to everyone - he and she are in the face of danger, about how relationships should be built correctly. loving people They don't try to outdo each other, they complement each other well.
The coast is safer, but I like to fight the waves.
Emilia Dickinson
Mobile phone?
At first, you do not see much benefit from it, but in order not to seem completely antediluvian, you start using the simplest model with an ordinary basic package of functions. At first, you are still sometimes surprised by those who speak too loudly in a restaurant, a train, or on a cafe terrace. But it really turns out to be very convenient - after all, you can always keep family and friends within earshot.
And now, like everyone else, you have already learned how to write text messages, typing them on a tiny keyboard, and now you send them from everywhere. Like everyone else, you abandoned your diary, replacing it with an electronic version. After mastering the applications, you entered the phone numbers of your friends, your family members and your lover into the directory. In the same place, you camouflaged the names of your exes, as well as the credit card pin, which you constantly forget.
You now even use your mobile phone to take photos, although not of very good quality. It's so cool to always have a funny picture with you to show it to your colleagues.
Everyone around is doing the same. The mobile phone has become the subject of an era, blurring the lines between personal, professional and social life. Indeed, in everyday reality, everything has become so urgent, so mobile, and this requires constant juggling with your plans and schedules.
* * * And recently you changed your old device to a more advanced model: a small miracle that allows you not only to access your mail, but also to browse the Internet and download hundreds of necessary applications.
And that's how you got connected. The mobile phone has become, as it were, your continuation, accompanying you even in the bathroom or in the toilet. You rarely go through even half an hour without looking at the screen, checking missed calls, answering an intimate or friendly message. And if your inbox is empty, you're still pushing buttons to make sure your mail isn't waiting.
The phone protects you, like a blanket protected you in childhood: its screen is so soft, so soothing, like sleeping pills. It gives you confidence in any situation, gives you the ability to instantly establish the right contact, which opens up a lot of opportunities for you ...
* * * But one evening, returning home, you, having searched all your pockets and bags, suddenly realize that your mobile phone has disappeared. Lost? Stolen? No, you refuse to believe it. You check everything again, but unsuccessfully, and then you start to convince yourself that you just forgot your mobile phone in the office, but ... No, you remember very well that you used it in the elevator after leaving work, and - probably - in the subway too, and on the bus.
Crap!
First you get angry because of the loss of your phone, and then you praise yourself: after all, you have insured against “theft / loss / breakage”, which means that tomorrow you can get a new high-tech toy.
Nevertheless, at three o'clock in the morning you realize that you could not fall asleep ...
* * * You get up quietly so as not to wake the person sleeping next to you.
In the kitchen, on the top shelf of the cabinet, you find an old pack of cigarettes, which you hid there in case of emergency. You light one, followed by a glass of vodka.
Crap!
You are sitting bent over in a chair. You are cold: I had to leave the window open so that the smell of cigarettes would disappear.
You are trying to remember what was in the lost phone: a video, about fifty photos, messages, your address (including the code to the front door of the building), your parents' address, numbers of people who were not supposed to be there, messages that suggest What…
No need to be paranoid!
Another puff and another sip of alcohol.
Guillaume Musso
THE CALL OF THE ANGEL
The coast is safer, but I like to fight the waves.
Emilia Dickinson
Mobile phone?
At first, you do not see much benefit from it, but in order not to seem completely antediluvian, you start using the simplest model with an ordinary basic package of functions. At first, you are still sometimes surprised by those who speak too loudly in a restaurant, a train, or on a cafe terrace. But it really turns out to be very convenient - after all, you can always keep family and friends within earshot.
And now, like everyone else, you have already learned how to write text messages, typing them on a tiny keyboard, and now you send them from everywhere. Like everyone else, you abandoned your diary, replacing it with an electronic version. After mastering the applications, you entered the phone numbers of your friends, your family members and your lover into the directory. In the same place, you camouflaged the names of your exes, as well as the credit card pin, which you constantly forget.
You now even use your mobile phone to take photos, although not of very good quality. It's so cool to always have a funny picture with you to show it to your colleagues.
Everyone around is doing the same. The mobile phone has become the subject of an era, blurring the lines between personal, professional and social life. Indeed, in everyday reality, everything has become so urgent, so mobile, and this requires constant juggling with your plans and schedules.
* * *And recently you changed your old device to a more advanced model: a small miracle that allows you not only to access your mail, but also to browse the Internet and download hundreds of necessary applications.
And that's how you got connected. The mobile phone has become, as it were, your continuation, accompanying you even in the bathroom or in the toilet. You rarely go through even half an hour without looking at the screen, checking missed calls, answering an intimate or friendly message. And if your inbox is empty, you're still pushing buttons to make sure your mail isn't waiting.
The phone protects you, like a blanket protected you in childhood: its screen is so soft, so soothing, like sleeping pills. It gives you confidence in any situation, gives you the ability to instantly establish the right contact, which opens up a lot of opportunities for you ...
* * *But one evening, returning home, you, having searched all your pockets and bags, suddenly realize that your mobile phone has disappeared. Lost? Stolen? No, you refuse to believe it. You check everything again, but without success, and then you start to convince yourself that you just forgot your mobile phone in the office, but ... No, you remember very well that you used it in the elevator after leaving work, and - probably - in the subway too, and on the bus.
First you get angry because of the loss of your phone, and then you praise yourself: after all, you have insured against “theft / loss / breakage”, which means that tomorrow you can get a new high-tech toy.
Nevertheless, at three o'clock in the morning you realize that you could not fall asleep ...
* * *You get up quietly so as not to wake the person sleeping next to you.
In the kitchen, on the top shelf of the cabinet, you find an old pack of cigarettes, which you hid there in case of emergency. You light one, followed by a glass of vodka.
You are sitting bent over in a chair. You are cold: I had to leave the window open so that the smell of cigarettes would disappear.
You are trying to remember what was in the lost phone: a video, about fifty photos, messages, your address (including the code to the front door of the building), your parents' address, numbers of people who were not supposed to be there, messages that suggest What…
No need to be paranoid!
Another puff and another sip of alcohol.
There doesn't seem to be anything really compromising there, but you know full well that appearances are deceptive.
And what worries you is that your device could fall into unkind hands.
And now you are already regretting some photos, a few letters and conversations. Past, family, money, sex... If you search well, someone who wants to harm you will find something that will be enough to break your life. You regret, but these regrets are meaningless.
You shudder and have to get up to close the window. Pressing your forehead against the glass, you watch the rare lights that still shine in the night, telling you that there is a person on the other side of town looking through your phone and delving into your private life with delight, methodically trying to find your little ones in the bowels of the device. dirty secrets.
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Guillaume Musso
THE CALL OF THE ANGEL
The coast is safer, but I like to fight the waves.
Emilia Dickinson
Mobile phone?
At first, you do not see much benefit from it, but in order not to seem completely antediluvian, you start using the simplest model with an ordinary basic package of functions. At first, you are still sometimes surprised by those who speak too loudly in a restaurant, a train, or on a cafe terrace. But it really turns out to be very convenient - after all, you can always keep family and friends within earshot.
And now, like everyone else, you have already learned how to write text messages, typing them on a tiny keyboard, and now you send them from everywhere. Like everyone else, you abandoned your diary, replacing it with an electronic version. After mastering the applications, you entered the phone numbers of your friends, your family members and your lover into the directory. In the same place, you camouflaged the names of your exes, as well as the credit card pin, which you constantly forget.
You now even use your mobile phone to take photos, although not of very good quality. It's so cool to always have a funny picture with you to show it to your colleagues.
Everyone around is doing the same. The mobile phone has become the subject of an era, blurring the lines between personal, professional and social life. Indeed, in everyday reality, everything has become so urgent, so mobile, and this requires constant juggling with your plans and schedules.
* * *And recently you changed your old device to a more advanced model: a small miracle that allows you not only to access your mail, but also to browse the Internet and download hundreds of necessary applications.
And that's how you got connected. The mobile phone has become, as it were, your continuation, accompanying you even in the bathroom or in the toilet. You rarely go through even half an hour without looking at the screen, checking missed calls, answering an intimate or friendly message. And if your inbox is empty, you're still pushing buttons to make sure your mail isn't waiting.
The phone protects you, like a blanket protected you in childhood: its screen is so soft, so soothing, like sleeping pills. It gives you confidence in any situation, gives you the ability to instantly establish the right contact, which opens up a lot of opportunities for you ...
* * *But one evening, returning home, you, having searched all your pockets and bags, suddenly realize that your mobile phone has disappeared. Lost? Stolen? No, you refuse to believe it. You check everything again, but without success, and then you start to convince yourself that you just forgot your mobile phone in the office, but ... No, you remember very well that you used it in the elevator after leaving work, and - probably - in the subway too, and on the bus.
First you get angry because of the loss of your phone, and then you praise yourself: after all, you have insured against “theft / loss / breakage”, which means that tomorrow you can get a new high-tech toy.
Nevertheless, at three o'clock in the morning you realize that you could not fall asleep ...
* * *You get up quietly so as not to wake the person sleeping next to you.
In the kitchen, on the top shelf of the cabinet, you find an old pack of cigarettes, which you hid there in case of emergency. You light one, followed by a glass of vodka.
You are sitting bent over in a chair. You are cold: I had to leave the window open so that the smell of cigarettes would disappear.
You are trying to remember what was in the lost phone: a video, about fifty photos, messages, your address (including the code to the front door of the building), your parents' address, numbers of people who were not supposed to be there, messages that suggest What…
No need to be paranoid!
Another puff and another sip of alcohol.
There doesn't seem to be anything really compromising there, but you know full well that appearances are deceptive.
And what worries you is that your device could fall into unkind hands.
And now you are already regretting some photos, a few letters and conversations. Past, family, money, sex... If you search well, someone who wants to harm you will find something that will be enough to break your life. You regret, but these regrets are meaningless.
You shudder and have to get up to close the window. Pressing your forehead against the glass, you watch the rare lights that still shine in the night, telling you that there is a person on the other side of town looking through your phone and delving into your private life with delight, methodically trying to find your little ones in the bowels of the device. dirty secrets.
Part one
CAT AND MOUSE
There are beings that are destined to cross. Wherever they are. Wherever they go. One day they meet.
Claude Galle
NY
John F Kennedy Airport
One week before Christmas
And then what?
Then Rafael gave me a diamond ring from Tiffany and asked me to become his wife.
With the phone glued to her ear, Madeleine walked along the high storefronts that reached to the very pavement. Five thousand miles away, in her north London apartment, her best friend listened eagerly to a detailed account of her romantic adventures in the Big Apple.
He really got you into the big game! Julian noticed. “A weekend in Manhattan, a room at the Waldorf Astoria, a carriage ride, a traditional proposal…
Yes, Madeleine replied. Everything was perfect, like in a movie.
Maybe a little too perfect, no? Juliana teased her.
Can you explain to me how something can be "too" perfect, Miss Skeptic?
Juliana clumsily tried to correct herself.
I meant that this was not a surprise. New York, Tiffany, a walk in the snow and an ice rink in Central Park... It's to be expected, one might even say that it's a cliché!
Madeleine did not remain in debt:
If I remember correctly, Wayne asked you to marry him on your way back from the pub after drinking. The pub was packed like a subway during rush hour, and he threw up in the toilet right after he asked for your hand, didn't he?
Okay, you won this round. Juliana had nothing to say.
Madeleine smiled as she approached the arrivals area, trying to find Raphael in the middle of the crowd. At the beginning of the Christmas holidays, thousands of tourists gathered in the terminal, which was buzzing like a disturbed beehive. Some hurried to their families, others hurried to the other side of the world, to heavenly corners, away from the dullness of New York.
Listen,” Juliana continued, “but you didn't tell me what your answer was.
Are you joking? I said yes, of course!
And you didn't even torture him a little?
Tortured? Jule, I'm almost thirty-four years old! Don't you think I've waited long enough? I like Rafael, we have been together for two years and now we are trying to have a baby. In a few weeks we will move into our own house, which we have chosen together. Juliana, for the first time in my life, I feel secure and happy.
You say that because he is nearby, right?
No! exclaimed Madeleine, laughing. - He went to check in our luggage. I say this because I really think so! She stopped at a newsstand. Tightly folded bundles of newspapers bristled with pictures of the world going with the flow: economic crisis, unemployment, political scandals, social conflicts, ecological disasters…
Are you not afraid that with Raphael your life will be predictable? Juliana stabbed.
It's not a problem! Madeleine replied. - I needed someone solid, reliable, loyal. After all, everything around us is so unstable, fragile and shaky. I don't want this in my marriage. I want to return home in the evening and be sure that I will find peace and tranquility there. You understand?
Hmm ... - Juliana replied.
No "hmm," Jule. Better go, start shopping, choose a dress - you should be a bridesmaid!
Hmm, nevertheless repeated the young Englishwoman, but this time more to hide her excitement than to show her skepticism.
Madeleine looked at her watch. Behind her, on the runway, silver planes were waiting for their turn to take off.
Okay, I'll leave you alone, my flight leaves at 5:30 pm and I haven't received my...my husband yet!
