"He wondered whether there was some ancient piece of superstition about what happened to aspiring adulterers when they gazed on the dead bodies of the women they had coveted."
Life has been chaotic and frenetic of late and reading the gruesome occurences of this Le Carré novel somehow made my troubles seem a little less significant. Certainly lack of sleep, dramas with the non-boyfriend and work deadlines really don't compare with the trials and tribulations of traumatised protagonists who rail against evil pharmaceutical companies, and deal with the torture and murder that coat the pages of this paperback.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortuitously since I've been so distracted of late, this was one of those strange instances where I had seen the movie before reading the book. That did somewhat spoil the thriller aspects of it. As always, Le Carré weaves an oppressive environment that makes your hairs stand on end.
4 out of 5 times no one needs a green thumb.