The House of Fame
Metadata
- Author: Oliver Harris
- ASIN: B00T5H3Y4S
- Reference: https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B00T5H3Y4S
- Kindle link
Highlights
There were unnerving moments, once or twice a day, when it felt as if he was meant to be here after all, assigned for reasons that had faded. — location: 59
He heard the voice that had tipped him off, as he had done often over the past week. Someone who had cared about him once or was worried about how much he might reveal. It felt important, partly because it was the last significant human contact he’d had before today, partly because Belsey’s interpretation of his past hinged on the voice’s concern. All judgements were contained in that one. — location: 224
none of this makes sense
If he could get into her underwear drawer, he could get into her stomach, her lungs, her nervous system. That was how stalkers worked, imposing intimacy, turning up uninvited in nightmares. — location: 295
They appeared briefly in the mirrored walls as they descended, an odd couple. But not without allure. — location: 647
lol?
She was very young, a brunette in a strapless black dress that left a lot of skin flushed with oblivious beauty; a nervous, virginal air involving single-sex education; wide blue eyes. — location: 684
srs?
He didn’t want to pry. But he checked the screen. ‘Become the most attractive version of yourself and be magnetic in personal and business relationships. What’s stopping you living the life you want to lead? Try this simple survey.’ — location: 827
silly
free personality test. The one he’d seen at Mark’s. And it looked like Amber had tweeted it, beamed it into the radar of another discontented soul. — location: 829
and no . mark gone
Someone familiar with the cracks through which people fall. That was his thing. — location: 1055
Mark hadn’t bridged fantasy and reality by accident. — location: 2118
When he started getting signs for the M25, he knew he’d gone too — location: 2143
Belsey cleared enough papers off the bed to find a seat. The mattress retained the hollow imprint of a living Mark Doughty. Encrypted now and for ever. — location: 2346
A girl answered: ‘Tak, stucham.’ — location: 2552