magic

About halfway through Kate Griffin's book now, so obviously a proper comment will be written later. Her style is interesting - I'm not sure what to make of it yet. As I read, I am aware of the fact that it is just way too much detail. Her effort at being slick and cool often comes off as an effort. But as I'm sinking into it, I can feel the flow of the story, and that's always a good thing.

Anyway, the point of this post is to log somethings from the book:
"...the city you saw in daylight, and on the surface, was only a lie, an illusion sustained by all the things going on underneath, and at night - the lorries delivering food to the shops between 1 am and 5 am., and the men cleaning the congealed fat from the sewers, painting lines onto the roads when all the traffic had stopped, changing the bulbs in the street lamps, checking the rails in the underground, fixing the water pipes when no one was awake to want something to drink, and listening to the wires under the streets - The Downers understood that all these things had to happen for the city to survive..."