
The Glass Hotel: A novel

feel the old quickening that’s always come over me when a beautiful shot is somewhere near. I
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
watching the first pale flowers push through dark earth in the springtime,
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
“Keep in touch,” he said to Walter, and the men shook hands with the mutual understanding that they’d never speak again.
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
of just having been subtly insulted in an obscure way that would take too much energy to parse, and as always he couldn’t tell whether the insult was real or just a typically Canadian case of postcolonial insecurity.
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
It turned out that never having that conversation with Vincent meant that he was somehow condemned to always have that conversation with Vincent.
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
he imagined the confrontation so many times that it began to seem like something that might actually have happened.
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
Leon flipped through the books and shook them over the bed. Nothing fell out. Leon wasn’t really sure what he was looking for. Incriminating letters from Bell? Threatening marginalia?
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
medical misfortune sends you into the country of the sick—which has its own rituals, customs, traditions, and rules—then
Emily St. John Mandel • The Glass Hotel: A novel
companies are like nation-states. They all have their own cultures.”