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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... mother blots her lips together, eyes on the mirror. Madeleine watches her retract the lipstick into its tube. Ladies have a lot of things which look like candy but are not. Her mother has saved her braids. They are in a plastic bag in ...
... mothers: they no longer choose to have an ice cream cone of their own. Back in the car, Madeleine considers offering a ... mother, who bites it, careful of her lipstick. He backs the station wagon toward the highway and makes a face when ...
... mothers that they don't mind eating their child's soggy ice cream cone. Madeleine returns the wet-nap in exchange for ... mother. “I'm full,” she says. Mike says, “She's gonna barf.” “I am not, Mike, don't say 'barf.'” “You just said it ...
... mother. “Family” has almost as mythic a ring to it as “home.” When they pulled away from Grandmaman's old pink ... mother's mouton coat. The language that made people smile in surprise—women behind shop counters, who were delighted by ...
... mother wastes nothing, having grown up in the Depression. Although, considering that everyone else's mother grew up in the Depression too, perhaps it's an Acadian thing. 12 the way the crow flies.