Book: The ocean at the end of the road

Night Fluffy slept with me on the bed. Sometimes when my sister wasn't around, I talked to him a little hoping he will respond like human beings.

To die I did not want. Parents said really I don't die, my true self will not die: no one truly dies; just my kitten and the opal miner received a new body and will return soon. I didn't know whether to believe it or not. I only knew that already used to be you that I love your books, my grandparents and Late Hempstock, and death I'll take it all.

... "This won't hurt". I looked at him. When adults said that, no matter what, then it was very painful.

I was thinking about adults. And wondered if it was true: it really they are all the children wrapped in adult bodies, like children's books hidden inside a boring, long books. Without pictures and dialogues.

I was wearing a black suit and white shirt, black tie and highly polished black shoes: things that I'm usually uncomfortable if I stole someone else's uniform or pretending to be adults. Today they gave me some confidence. Suitable things for a hard day.

"Mom! she exclaimed. - Feeding the boy with honey! You'll ruin his teeth."
Old Mrs. Hempstock shrugged. "I will discuss it with that indefatigable a melkotni in his mouth, - she assured. They will not touch its teeth."
"You can't command the bacteria,' returned Mrs. Hempstock. They don't like it".
"Nonsense, - I waved away the old woman. - Give them only freedom and they can't get too. And show who's boss, they'll do it, just you used to cajole.

As I grew up, I read the books so many examples to follow. For the most part they taught me what and when to do and how to behave.

I'm fairly versed in adults to understand - if I do tell, I can hardly believe it. I don't particularly believe, even when I was telling the truth. Why would they believe when the truth is not like?

There was a silence, and it was louder than words.

If she gets tired, then sleeps until she wakes up. In a few minutes or a hundred years. To Wake it. You might as well try to Wake up an atomic bomb.

She had extraordinary eyes. They reminded me of the beach, and I don't know why, I took it and called it the Ocean.

- The same lake?
No, this is my ocean.

In the box was a fluffy black kitten of unknown sex, he got the name Fluffy and all my love without reserve.

"He's new, she concluded. - On it it is written thousand nine hundred and twelfth year, but as of yesterday it was not and in pomine".
"How did you know?"
"Good question, my dear. Mainly e-decay. To see the electrons, you need to look at things closely. They are tiny, similar to a tiny smile. And neutrons are gray and kind of gloomy. These electrons slightly uribista than you need for one thousand nine hundred and twelfth year".