2010/05: The Memory Palace -- Christie Dickason

The Memory Palace -- Christie Dickason

... a drowsy blackbird sang a single muted note. Another replied. A thrush interrupted. Sparrows disagreed ... It was a trick he had learnt, of paying close attention to every small detail of life. If he gripped hard enough onto the observations and sensations of each moment, he could haul himself hand over hand through the day without having to remember. (p.5)

( non-spoilery review )