Let the Right One in
John Ajvide Lindqvist
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Let the Right One In Takes Top Honors at Tribeca Film Festival!
It is autumn 1981 when the inconceivable comes to Blackeberg, a suburb in Sweden. The body of a teenage boy is found, emptied of blood, the murder rumored to be part of a ritual killing. Twelve-year-old Oskar is personally hoping that revenge has come at long last---revenge for the bullying he endures at school, day after day.
But the murder is not the most important thing on his mind. A new girl has moved in next door---a girl who has never seen a Rubik’s Cube before, but who can solve it at once. There is something wrong with her, though, something odd. And she only comes out at night. . . .
Sweeping top honors at film festivals all over the globe, director Tomas Alfredsson’s film of Let the Right One In has received the same kind of spectacular raves that have been lavished on the book. American readers of vampire fiction will be thrilled!
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throw the rock he was holding straight into Tomas' face. Into the mouth that now opened and talked. "Aren't you going to run? Get going now. Run." There was a whistling sound as Jonny whipped the branch through the air. Oskar squeezed the rock harder. Why don't I run. He could already feel the stinging pain on his legs when the whip hit its mark. If he could only make it out to the park road where there would maybe be grown-ups around, they wouldn't dare to beat him up. Why don't I run. Because
both looked up at the kiosk owner and burst out laughing, imagining the stern kiosk owner as a monkey in a cage surrounded by candy. At the sound of their laughter the owner turned to them and frowned with his enormous eyebrows so that he looked even more like a gorilla. Oskar and Eli laughed so hard they almost fell over, pressed their hands over their mouths and tried to regain seriousness. The owner leaned through the window. "What do you want?" Eli quickly became serious, removed her hand
were hanging on a bush. Then they walked around and checked things out. Made snowballs and tried to hit a specific target on a tree. In a container they found some old electric cables that they could cut and use as slingshots. Talked about the murderer, about the submarine, and about Jonny, Micke, and Tomas who Johan thought were dumb. "Completely retarded." "But they don't do anything to you." "No, but still." They walked to the hotdog stand by the subway station and bought two luffare each.
unbelievable. It's so far." "What do you mean?" "I run a lot and I wouldn't be able to run like this. More than for ... two steps at least. And this goes on the whole way." Staffan came jogging along past the houses, made his way through the group of curious onlookers who had gathered around the property, and walked up to the little group in the middle, which was just overseeing some paramedics who were maneuvering a covered female corpse on a stretcher into an ambulance. "How did it go?"
and Jonny fell down, lay writhing in the moss, begging for mercy. But the Murderer wasn't going to relent. Jonny was screaming . . . like a pig... when the Murderer threw himself over him and let the earth drink his blood. One stab for what you did to me in the bathroom today. One for when you tricked me into playing knuckle poker. And I'm cutting your lips out for everything nasty you've ever said to me. Jonny was bleeding from every orifice and could no longer say or do anything mean. He was