'That afternoon, as I left him in the kitchen and went upstairs to the library room, a light switched itself on. One moment, I was on the the twilit stairs, carrying a notebook in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, and the next the room ahead of me was flooded with brightness.
I stopped and listened. No sound.'
'When I smelled that perfume, I was drawn back helplessly into a sunlit world of Maman's flaky almond biscuits with their hint of bitter apricot kernel, earth-like cocoa powder clinging to our bare legs, light, warm winds sifting sugared scents from the kitchen where the orange mirabelles were being bottled; and on, far beyond the aromatic, to the distant sound of the goat bells .....'
'Too late an image flared in my mind: the battered old lantern with the stub of candle burning. The puddle of light on the path. But by then I had been dismissed and was on my way out. I could have turned back and mentioned it. But I didn't.'
These snippets are from 'The Lantern' by Deborah Lawrenson.
I hope that you find the flavour of the novel and the subtlety of the words and the way in which they are used entice you into reading the book.