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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... doesn't want to make him have to pull over and face the back seat. That means a spoiled treat, and a good dose of shame for having ruined such a nice drive through such lovely scenery. His voice will be disappointed, his blue eyes ...
... doesn't need to know, and in any case, Jack is not in the habit of bringing his work home. Hal Woodley doesn't need to know either. Simon pointed out that Jack will be acting as a private citizen, briefly playing host to the friend of a ...
... doesn't know a soul here, and how are you supposed to get to know anyone when school doesn't even start for a week? Mike always makes friends right off the bat. Boys don't care so much if you are new. Girls look at you like you're some ...
... doesn't know the girl's name. Probably the girl doesn't know her own name. The knife girl turns to the wheelchair one and says, “Was she bothering you?” Madeleine inches toward her bike. Mego home now. “Noohhh,” sighs the wheelchair ...