The Zone Of Interest Book Review の小説・ストーリー

The library suddenly feels less safe, as though the ancient books themselves listen for my answer. “He says he believes in the work.” Defensive again, though unsure why her question raises my hackles. “In my capabilities.” “I'm sure he does.” Her tone remains carefully neutral. “Zion has always had exceptional... vision.” “You don't trust him.” The realization emerges as a statement rather than a question. “I trust that he acts in what he perceives as his best interests.” Her answer comes measured, diplomatic. “Whether those align with yours long-term remains to be seen.”

"It would not. The person it refers to has spent three hundred years making certain their name does not appear in records." "And yet it appears here." "Because this book," Sorin said, "was written before they had finished erasing themselves." Zaron looked at the book for a moment longer. Then he closed it. He did not push it back. He kept it on his side of the table, which was, I was learning, how Zaron indicated that something had passed the first stage of his assessment. Not trust. Not confirmation. Simply: this warrants continued attention. "The handler," he said. "You said you know the name."

As she promised, William will be the first to read it and share his opinion. William read the book's summary, and curiosity about the Zonian’s life filled his mind. Julie’s research details Zonian's social hierarchy, their underground life, and their cooking and agricultural techniques. But things get more interesting when William reads about the Zonian’s red eyes. William hurried to get more information, but Julie immediately stopped him. She grabbed William’s face and could see his eyes were slowly turning red. “I was right,” Julie said, a look of concern painted across her face. William asked why she stopped him as her summary was getting intense.