The Way the Crow Flies: A NovelHarper Collins, 13/10/2009 - 848 páginas “One of the finest novels I’ve read . . . .a fiercely intelligent look at childhood, marriage, families, the 1960s, the Cold War and the fear and isolation that are part of the human condition…. it is not only beautifully written…. it is equally beautiful in its conception, its compassion, its wisdom, even in its anger and pain. Don’t miss it.” — Patrick Anderson, Washington Post Book World The optimism of the early sixties, infused with the excitement of the space race and the menace of the Cold War, is filtered through the rich imagination of high-spirited, eight-year-old Madeleine, who welcomes her family's posting to a quiet Air Force base near the Canadian border. Secure in the love of her beautiful mother, she is unaware that her father, Jack, is caught up in a web of secrets. When a local murder intersects with global forces, Jack must decide where his loyalties lie, and Madeleine will be forced to learn a lesson about the ambiguity of human morality -- one she will only begin to understand when she carries her quest for the truth, and the killer, into adulthood twenty years later. |
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... arm.” “No it's not.” “Maman,” says Mike, leaning forward, “Madeleine fait un mess!” “I am not making a mess!” Licking her wrist, salty skin and murky vanilla. Mimi reaches back with a wet-nap. “Tiens.” Madeleine takes it and wipes her ...
... arms, eek! Oh Ken, save me. My hero!” Mike takes out an imaginary machine gun and Barbie dies in a hail of bullets. Madeleine gets up. “Hey Mike, want me to do Sylvester? 'Thufferin' Thuckotash!' Want me to do Elmer Fudd? 'A hunting we ...
... arms, and in the upper left corner, the Union Jack. Canada does not have an official flag, we are not officially a country, we are just a dominion. What is a dominion? We're not sure. It's the name of a grocery store chain. Madeleine is ...
... arm. Their parents always lead the way to the door of the new house. Mike follows, hands jammed in his pockets ... arms and carries her across the threshold. Madeleine covers her face and peeks through her fingers, mortified and ...
... arms folded. He says, “What do you think, Missus?” She tilts her head. “Ça va faire.” He smiles. Passed inspection. The four of them stand in their new living room. The empty smell. Fresh paint and cleanser. The white echo of the place ...