Sophie’s reaction is equally unexpected, and just as straightforwardly convincing. Hobbling over to the mirror, Sophie is unsurprised to discover a gaunt old woman, “withered and brownish, surrounded by wispy white hair”, with her own eyes staring out at her, “looking rather tragic”. Jones measures out the awful realisation over a page or so – the strange croak in Sophie’s voice, the look of horror from the man standing by the shop door, the large veins on the back of Sophie’s suddenly wrinkled hands. The spell is typically uncanny, arriving without warning in a flinging motion of a spread hand, transforming Sophie in an instant before she or the reader has any idea what has happened. Photograph: BuenaVist/Everett/Rex Features a still from the Studio Ghibli film adaptation of Howl’s Moving Castle. ‘I’m dying of boredom,’ Howl said pathetically.
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