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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resistance, in every situation. What makes you think you could manage to call a travel agent, get a new passport, buy things for your trip, and above all, take that step out into the unknown if you don't even have the guts to walk this short stretch? You have a point. But so what? If I walk through the underpass, that means I'll make it to the Canary Islands, that it'll happen? It makes me think you'll call and book the ticket tomorrow. Tenerife, Jocke, Tenerife. He started to walk again,
couldn't bend his head anyway because the girl's jaw lay pressed against his chin. Her grip around his neck grew tighter and the pain stronger. Now he understood. "What the hell are you doing?" He felt the girl's jaws working up and down against his chin as the pain at his throat grew more intense. A warm trickle of fluid ran down his chest. "Stop it!" He let go of the girl. It wasn't a conscious thought, simply a reflex: must get this off my throat. But the girl didn't fall. Instead she
moment. "They must die too. At least the big ones." They sat down on a corner of the sandbox, where none of the smaller kids were playing. Johan picked up a large rock and threw it so the sand whirled up around it. "Pow! Everyone dead!" Oskar picked up a smaller rock. "No! One person survived. Pshiuuuu! Missile in the back!" They threw rocks and gravel, exterminating all the cities of the world, until they heard a voice behind them. "What the hell are you doing?" They turned around. Jonny and
up, I said, or I'll knock the door down!" Over. It was all over. There was only one thing left. The noises around him disappeared, his field of vision narrowed to a tunnel as he turned back to his bag. Through the tunnel he saw his hand reach down into the bag and take out the jam jar. He sat down hard on his backside with the jar in his hand, unscrewed the lid. When they got the door open. Before they managed to pull his hood off. His face. Through all the screaming and blows to the door he
hospitalized. A rundown on the first murder. No comments. Then submarine, submarine, submarine. The military on high alert. The door bell rang. Oskar jumped off his bed, walked quickly into the hall. Eli, Eli, Eli. He hesitated with his hand on the door handle. What if it was Jonny and the others? No, they would never come to his house like this. He opened. Johan was outside. "Hey there." "Yeah... hey there." "Want to do something?" "Sure ... like what?" "I don't know. Something." "OK." Oskar put