Evelyn 19/01/2021
Nada nesse livro é tão simples quanto parece no começo. Tem um pouco mais acontecendo do que a história de um menino que cresceu em um cemitério. Além dos fantasmas existem ghouls, assassinos, organizações secretas, magia antiga e personagens secundários (como Silas e Miss Lupescu) que são tão peculiares quanto o protagonista, Nobody Owens (que só sai desse cemitério para caçar problema).
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"You aren't allowed out of the graveyard - it's aren't, by the way, not amn't, not these days - because it's only in the graveyard that we can keep you safe. This is where you live and this is where those who love you can be found. Outside would not be safe for you. Not yet."
"You are ignorant, boy," said Miss Lupescu. "This is bad. And you are content to be ignorant, which is worse. Repeat after me, there are the living and the dead, there are day-folk and night-folk, there are ghouls and mist-walkers, there are the high hunters and the Hounds of God. Also, there are solitary types."
"What are you?" asked Bod.
"I," she said sternly, "am Miss Lupescu."
"And what's Silas?"
She hesitated. Then she said, "He is a solitary type."
"They kill themselves, you mean?" said Bod. He was about eight years old, wide-eyed and inquisitive, and he was not stupid.
"Indeed."
"Does it work? Are they happier dead?"
"Sometimes. Mostly, no. It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean."
"We cannot stop to play, Master Bod. For soon enough, tomorrow night comes. And how often can a man say that?"
"Every night," said Bod. "Tomorrow night always comes."
Then she sang, to the tune of the dance,
"Step and turn, and walk and stay,
Now we dance the Macabray."
[...]He saw the living dancing with the dead.
Bod was breathless, but he could not imaginethe dance ever stopping: the Macabray, the dance of the living and the dead, the dance with Death.
Bod was smiling, and everyone was smiling.[...] Everyone, thought Bod, everyone is dancing! He thought it, and as soon as he thought it he realized that he was mistaken. In the shadows by the Old Town Hall, a man was standing, dressed all in black. He was not dancing. He was watching them.
Bod wondered if it was longing that he saw on Silas's face.
Silas said, "Out there, the man who killed your family is, I believe, still looking for you, still intends to kill you."
Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It’s only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead."
"Yes." Silas hesitated. "They are. And they are, for the most part, done with the world. You are not. You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you’ve made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished."
Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real.
"I think I said things to Silas. He'll be angry."
"If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him," was all she said.
Nehemiah Trot said, "Ah, list to me, young Leander, young Hero, young Alexander. If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained."