Smakebit: The Hypnotist's Love Story

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Det blev en smakbit idag med, kul! Den sista för i år för mig, nedräkningen till min Tanzaniaresa är nästan nere på noll, åker på torsdag :)

Smakbiten kommer från The Hypnotist's Love Story av Liane Moriarty och handlar om hypnosterapeuten Ellen som faller för Patrick. Patrick visar sig ha en stalker, Saskia, som tre år efter att de brutit upp fortfarande förföljer honom. Historien berättas mestadels ur Ellens perspektiv, men emellanåt kommer små glimtar från Saskia, det är ur en sådan dagens utdrag kommer:

     I try to imagine how he describes me to the hypnotist. To Ellen. I guess he tells her I'm 'psychotic'. He yelled that at me once. I was walking behind him at his local shops, when he suddenly swung round and walked straight back towards me. I stopped and waited for him, smiling. He was smiling too. I thought we were finally going to have a proper conversation. But then, when he got closer, I saw it was a sarcastic, angry smile. He stuck his finger in front of my face, and yelled, 'You're a psychotic lunatic!' 

     Which... you know, might have been funny in other circumstances, except that I was worried he was going to hit me.

     He was so angry he was shaking.

     Actually, I sort of longed for him to hit me. I needed him to hit me. If he wasn't ever going to hold me in his arms again, at least he could hit me. There would be a connection again. Flesh against flesh.

     But he didn't. He locked his hands behind his neck and rocked his head like an autistic child. I just wanted to comfort him. He didn't need to get so worked up. It was only me. I'm still only me. That's what he can't seem to get. I said, 'Darling.'

Fler smakbitar finns hos Mari. Ha en god jul :)