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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... face with a wet-nap, so of course wet-naps come to stand for throw-up. They smell more like throw-up than throw-up. She passes the ice cream back to her mother. “I'm full,” she says. Mike says, “She's gonna barf.” “I am not, Mike, don't ...
... face to the open window and drinks in the fresh air. Wills herself not to think of anything sickening. Like the time a girl threw up in kindergarten and it hit the floor with a splash, don't think about that. Mike has retreated as far ...
... face cloth until he grabbed it from her: “No, Madeleine, c'est sale!” A bit of drool at the corner of his mouth makes him look younger, less remote. Madeleine's throat feels sore—she is tempted to poke him, make him mad at her, then she ...
... face, hovering just above her own, deserted by his defences. At the mercy of his own strength, needing her to take it from him, keep it safe. Then give it back to him. She slips her hand onto his thigh. Jack turns left on Alberta Street ...
... face of the woman. “Um. Do you have Neapolitan please?” “With a cherry on top?” asks the woman, without cracking a smile. “S'il vous plaît,” says Madeleine without planning it. The woman smiles and says, “Come-on-tally-voo?” then ...