My Kyrosmagica Review of the Bone Clocks by David Mitchell


Goodreads synopsis:

Following a scalding row with her mother, fifteen-year-old Holly Sykes slams the door on her old life. But Holly is no typical teenage runaway: a sensitive child once contacted by voices she knew only as “the radio people,” Holly is a lightning rod for psychic phenomena. Now, as she wanders deeper into the English countryside, visions and coincidences reorder her reality until they assume the aura of a nightmare brought to life.

For Holly has caught the attention of a cabal of dangerous mystics—and their enemies. But her lost weekend is merely the prelude to a shocking disappearance that leaves her family irrevocably scarred. This unsolved mystery will echo through every decade of Holly’s life, affecting all the people Holly loves—even the ones who are not yet born.

A Cambridge scholarship boy grooming himself for wealth and influence, a conflicted father who feels alive only while reporting from occupied Iraq, a middle-aged writer mourning his exile from the bestseller list—all have a part to play in this surreal, invisible war on the margins of our world. From the medieval Swiss Alps to the nineteenth-century Australian bush, from a hotel in Shanghai to a Manhattan townhouse in the near future, their stories come together in moments of everyday grace and extraordinary wonder.

I had the pleasure of reading The Bone Clocks whilst taking part in the Trees of Reverie Readathon. One of the challenges of the readathon is to read an author you haven’t read before.


This is a whopper of a book not just in terms of size but also in its sheer ambitiousness. David Mitchell sets out to tell us the life story of Holly Sykes from the rebelliousness of her teens in Gravesend in 1984 to her mellow years as a Grandmother in Ireland in 2043. The book takes us travelling on an incredible voyage through Switzerland, Iraq, Wales, Colombia, Western Australia, China, Iceland, New England, Canada, New York City, Russia, and southwest Ireland.  Not content with just that David Mitchell adds a dollop of fantasy which transports the reader to an alternative universe occupied by body hopping souls.  There are six sections to the book and each section has a different narrator apart from the first and last section, which are narrated by its main character, Holly Sykes. Each section is told in the first person, and a different genre, beginning with YA chick lit in the first section to futuristic dystopia in the last.

This is a 620-page novel which  comprises six novellas, which link together in a common thread, through the narrative voice of the main protagonist, Holly Sykes. Holly is and should be, the focal point of the novel. Otherwise, in my opinion, the cohesion of the novel would have been lost. The novellas work as individual stories in their own right but also add depth and perspective, and certain characters play a part in more than one section of the novel. I believe that this character hopping also applies from book to book, though unfortunately this is the first David Mitchell novel that I have read, so more to come on that in the future.

The titles of the six novellas are:

1984 “A Hot Spell”


This is narrated by Holly, a fifteen-year old teenager who runs away from home after an upsetting episode with her boyfriend.

1991 “Myrrh is Mine, Its Bitter Perfume”


This is narrated by Hugo Lamb, a weathly Cambridge student, and Holly’s love interest.

2004 “The Wedding Bash”


Told by Ed Brubeck. In this section we switch between Ed’s constant risk of death as a reporter in Iraq and the excitement of a family wedding.

2015 “Crispin Hershey’s Lonely Planet”


This is narrated by Crispin, a novelist who takes umbrage at a negative review, becomes bitter and acts wickedly.

2025 “An Horologist’s Labyrinth”


Narrated by Marinus. This section is tongue and cheek Fantasy.

2048 “Sheep’s Head”


This is told by an ageing Holly, struggling to raise her grand-daughter and an adopted grandson in a world with no future.

The penultimate section of The Bone Clocks offers fantasy readers a somewhat far-fetched battle between the benevolent forces of the Horologists,  and the malevolent Anchorites. One senses that Mitchell isn’t taking the fantasy element too seriously. For instance, the full title of the Anchorites is “the Anchorites of the Chapel of the Dusk of the Blind Cathar of the Thomasite Order of Sidelhorn Pass.” The final chapter focusses on a disturbing dystopian world running out of oil.

This is a colourful, thoughtful novel, with many interconnecting threads and opinions being voiced throughout. There are times when the sheer weight of the story left me flabbergasted, and somewhat baffled. But all of these loose threads, and uncertainties are neatly drawn together in the final two chapters. I felt engaged with Holly throughout all the stages of her life,  and the dystopian ending was very successful, poignant, and emotionally charged.

Also, I just loved the artwork on this novel, stunning cover art and each novella section is illustrated  too.

Favourite quotes:

“We live on, as long as there are people to live on in.”

“People are icebergs, with just a bit you can see and loads you can’t.”

“Men marry women hoping they’ll never change. Women marry men hoping they will.”

“This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a dictator.”

“Human cruelty can be infinite. Human generosity can be boundless.”

“… Modesty is Vanity’s craftier stepbrother.”

“Adverbs are cholesterol in the veins of prose. Halve your adverbs and your prose pumps twice as well.”

“Her only friends on the estate were books, and books can talk but do not listen.”

My rating: 4.5 stars!!

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Have you read The Bone Clocks? Do comment I’d love to hear from you.

Bye for now,


Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx

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My Friday Winter Images


A  yellow leaf sitting on a bed of sparkling snow. Sometimes the most beautiful images are just so simple. It’s the Fifth of December who could possibly believe it, where does time go? I’m sure Father Christmas leaps into the year earlier every winter and steals a bit of time so that he can get on with his job. Cheeky fellow!



I decided that on this first Friday in December that I would post some lovely images of winter for you and myself to enjoy. Thought it would be therapeutic! I’m not a winter person, as soon as the clock goes back a tiny switch inside me goes click, and I become lethargic and grumpy, Seasonal Affective Disorder, no doubt. I love warm weather, blue skies, and the seaside. I live in Cambridge, a beautiful University city but the sea is a bit of a car drive away, and it isn’t warm enough, not for me. Maybe one day I’ll live abroad again, somewhere sunny who knows?


With the change in the clocks I turn into a miserable so and so, with each tick of the clock I become more Scrooge-like. This winter I am battling against the hands of time to boot out the Scrooge in me and launch myself into the spirit of Christmas. Christmas is a double celebration in our house as it is also my eldest daughter’s birthday, so I have to be extra enthusiastic! She was born two weeks early nineteen years ago on the 25th of December. An unexpected but very welcome Xmas present. I ended up eating my Christmas dinner in the delivery ward! My youngest was born exactly on her due date. Two sisters with very different personalities, what can I say?  Anyway, I’m digressing a bit, so without further ado here are some wonderful winter images to enjoy.

Let’s start off in a playful mode with this fellow who looks just like Kermit and see where he takes us! He suggested reading a book to escape, what a wonderful idea, always one of my favourite things to do. At the moment I’m reading David Mitchell’s The Bone Clocks, so I’m leaping in and out of a multitude of bodies, travelling through centuries of time. Kermit  decided to follow suite and leapt out of the confines of his stone body to go out and play in the snow!



Kermit, I heart you.


Kermit on his bum in the snow

After playing in the snow Kermit began to get restless and he remembered some of the wonderful adventures he had experienced while reading. Books take you to incredible places so Kermit wanted to make this journey a really memorable one. An adventure…..

Reading adventures


Kermit reckoned that you might like to see an Ice Sculpture? So off we go to…………………….

Ice sculpture Lake Louise Alberta

Just one of many amazing ice sculptures in Lake Louise. Great suggestion Kermit.

We’ve all heard of Cinderella but what about an ice slipper anyone?


A trip to Bryce Canyon?


Bryce Canyon, Utah


How about some winter shadows now?

Wonderful winter shadows
Hay Tedders, Hoar Frost

Or spectacular blue skies?

Colle-di-fuori France

Twinkling lights in a winter cabin?

Winter cabin

Amazing Artic skies…………..

Artic ocean

A sleigh ride anyone?

Sleigh ride

Or a trip to Canim falls?

Canim Falls, British Columbia, Canada


A touch of frost, and a glimpse of the moon?

Frost and the moon


Some falling snow?


More falling snow!


What about some winter berries?


Don’t forget the snowman, otherwise his nose might get out of joint.


And our chirpy little friend the robin:


A sleepy doggie too:


Rudolph he’s invited.


And of course Father Christmas too:


Whatever you do this Winter holiday, have fun, and don’t be a grumpy Scrooge!


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