“A beautiful story, a beautiful language, everything is beautiful,” Stephen King wrote of The Bone Clock. One of the best novels of the year, not inferior to the long-awaited “Eglo” of Donna Tartt in literary depth. “Triumphal, stunning, dizzying journey around the world,” echoed the venerable Ursula Le Guin in her review. The frightening dark depths of The Bone Clock are brazenly hidden behind the witty tricks and verbal laces woven by inimitable storyteller David Mitchell. So, meet the main character: "Holly Sykes, a simple English girl, is in no way inferior to Holden Caulfield" (Booklist). One hot summer day, she runs away from home: a wayward teenager, a rebel with a broken heart, an involuntary pawn in a secret global conflict. Once she heard the voices of the "radio people" - now the mystery of one lost weekend will come to light at various key moments of her life. And year after year, she puzzled what seven-year-old brother Jacko meant by handing her a cardboard with an “infernal labyrinth” and telling him to memorize it by heart. “When you walk through this labyrinth, the darkness follows you … relentlessly. “The Bone Clock is a superb work of the master, which can be read with pleasure both as a literary riddle and as an extraordinary story of the life of an ordinary woman for six turbulent decades” (San Francisco Chronicle)