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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... door all over again.” There isn't much to the story. Most of it is written right there in the stone. Murdered Murdered Murdered Murdered Murdered. Mimi calls from the car, “Madeleine, come, we're going, reviens au car.” But Madeleine ...
... door and Madeleine slides out after him. Their parents watch from the car as they cross the playground without ... doors. The first thing they see, once their eyes have adjusted to the gloom, is an arrangement of framed photos. Mike ...
... door. She gets out and takes his arm. Their parents always lead the way to the door of the new house. Mike follows, hands jammed in his pockets, observing the tradition but looking down. He is getting old enough to feel conspicuous ...
... toddlers, stopping to chat. Jack says, “Better double-check what the wife wanted me to pick up,” as though using the pay phone were an afterthought. But a cadet slips through the glass door and dumps The Mayflower 59.
... door is already open, the ramp is down and a man in overalls is wheeling off her bike. She can feel already the spring of the saddle, pedals firm beneath her feet, trusty handlebar grips—oh my bike! “Whose is this?” says the mover and ...