Review: Gabriel’s Inferno

Gabriel's Inferno (Gabriel's Inferno, #1)Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I love how Julianne and Gabriel came into my life. I can’t let them go!
Two broken souls that meet and find in each other love and forgiveness.
So strong, intense, full of passion, so very well written and engaging.
This story makes you not to want to put the book down!

There are lots of literature references throughout the book that go from Dante’s Divine Comedy to Shakespeare and others.
The author puts a lot of work into it, the research and knowledge is astounding.
Some say it’s a bit long! Well it leaves you to your mood and imagination!
I was listening to the audio book so it’s wasn’t that long and their story takes time!
I’ve listen to the most sensual scenes and language… I’ll never forget!

This book makes you believe you can always be loved and forgiven, if there’s hope!

I loved it! I’ll treasure it. I’ll be reading it and re-reading it,
it’s in a very special place in my heart…

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Starting from scratch, a different emotion, another point of view

Your Bookshelf

I care not how humble your bookshelf may be, nor how lowly the room which it adorns. Close the door of that room behind you, shut off with it all the cares of the outer world, plunge back into the soothing company of the great dead, and then you are through the magic portal into that fair land whither worry and vexation can follow you no more. You have left all that is vulgar and all that is sordid behind you.

There stand your noble, silent comrades, waiting in their ranks. Pass your eye down their files. Choose your man. And then you have but to hold up your hand to him and away you go together into dreamland.

Surely there would be something eerie about a line of books were it not that familiarity has deadened our sense of it. Each is a mummified soul embalmed in cere-cloth and natron of leather and printer’s ink. Each cover of a true book enfolds the concentrated essence of a man. The personalities of the writers have faded into the thinnest shadows, as their bodies into impalpable dust, yet here are their very spirits at your command.

Arthur Conan Doyle

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