NOT ENOUGH HANNIBAL. 3.5 star
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braintransplanti dont even know how to review this book so it is time for the obligatory highlights reel post. what i have been through you cannot possibly imagine.
I still didn't know who was committing the crimes, but I knew for the first time that we would find out, and that we would arrive at him. I also knew the knowledge would be terribly, perhaps tragically, expensive to others in the book. / As a sultan once said: I do not keep falcons––they live with me.
His learned values of decency and propriety tagged along, shocked at his associations, appalled at his dreams; sorry that in the bone arena of his skull there were not forts for what he loved.
"That's interesting," Graham said.
"It's not 'interesting.' You'd thought of that before."
"I had considered it."
"You just came here to look at me. Just to get the old scent again, didn't you?"
No one was more shocked than me finding out that You just came here to look at me wasn't some gay shit the nbc show runners made up...GIRL. Hannibal is crazy.
"I'm sorry, Beverly. What did you say?" He looked at her bright eyes and kindly, well worn face.
"I just said I'm glad to see you back, Champ. You're looking good."
Lecter felt much better. He though he might surprise Graham with a call sometime, or if the man couldn't be civil, he might have a hospital supply house mail Graham a colostomy bag for old time's sake.
He could see the print of his forehead, nose, and mouth, and chin on the window as the lightning flashed behind it; a face with drops crawling through it down the glass. Eyeless. A face full of rain.
"I won't put you through this again," he said, "but I'd like to come back by. Just to say hi and see how you're doing."
"How could you help it – a charmer like me."
For the first time he saw tears, and realized where it ate her.
"Would you excuse us for a minute, officer?" Graham said. He took Reba's hand. "Look here. There was plenty wrong with Dolarhyde, but there's nothing wrong with you. At the end, he couldn't kill you and he couldn't watch you die. You didn't draw a freak. You drew a man with a freak on his back. Nothing wrong with you, kid."
"Molly, they don't like me and you know why. Every time they look at me, I remind them."
"That's not fair and it's not true either."
"Okay. They're full of shit and they make me sick – try that one."
I still didn't know who was committing the crimes, but I knew for the first time that we would find out, and that we would arrive at him. I also knew the knowledge would be terribly, perhaps tragically, expensive to others in the book. / As a sultan once said: I do not keep falcons––they live with me.
This is literally just the introduction of the book where Thomas Harris talks about writing Red Dragon and I don't know why but this had me staring up at the ceiling.
His learned values of decency and propriety tagged along, shocked at his associations, appalled at his dreams; sorry that in the bone arena of his skull there were not forts for what he loved.
Ah...the Will Graham thesis.
"That's interesting," Graham said.
"It's not 'interesting.' You'd thought of that before."
"I had considered it."
"You just came here to look at me. Just to get the old scent again, didn't you?"
No one was more shocked than me finding out that You just came here to look at me wasn't some gay shit the nbc show runners made up...GIRL. Hannibal is crazy.
"I'm sorry, Beverly. What did you say?" He looked at her bright eyes and kindly, well worn face.
"I just said I'm glad to see you back, Champ. You're looking good."
BEVERLYYYYYYY....IS MY FRIEND. I like it when people are nice to Will.
Lecter felt much better. He though he might surprise Graham with a call sometime, or if the man couldn't be civil, he might have a hospital supply house mail Graham a colostomy bag for old time's sake.
Hannibal thinking to do this after seeing Will one time and tricking some poor receptionist into giving him Will's address is soooo hilarious...a fun little tribute to that time Hannibal cut Will from hip to rib resulting in a temporary colostomy and Will's retirement <3
He could see the print of his forehead, nose, and mouth, and chin on the window as the lightning flashed behind it; a face with drops crawling through it down the glass. Eyeless. A face full of rain.
This was just nice imagery
"I won't put you through this again," he said, "but I'd like to come back by. Just to say hi and see how you're doing."
"How could you help it – a charmer like me."
For the first time he saw tears, and realized where it ate her.
"Would you excuse us for a minute, officer?" Graham said. He took Reba's hand. "Look here. There was plenty wrong with Dolarhyde, but there's nothing wrong with you. At the end, he couldn't kill you and he couldn't watch you die. You didn't draw a freak. You drew a man with a freak on his back. Nothing wrong with you, kid."
Because He Is A Nice Man.
"Molly, they don't like me and you know why. Every time they look at me, I remind them."
"That's not fair and it's not true either."
"Okay. They're full of shit and they make me sick – try that one."
LMFAOOO Will and Molly constantly getting into fights is such a highlight of this book.
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