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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... road, behind the wheel on four steel-belted tires, the sky's the limit. Let's just drive, we'll find out where we're going when we get there. How many more miles, Dad? Roads are endless vistas, city gives way to country barely mediated ...
... road. The wind in her hair is swift but gentle, the sun through her closed lids a kaleidoscope of reds and golds. Outside, the afternoon intensifies. August is the true light of summer. Thick tenor saxophone light. Unlike the trumpets ...
... road between postings. No neighbours, no relatives, no outside world except the one whizzing past the windows. Two drifters, off to see the world. . . . Benevolent unknown world. Full tank of gas. A good time to take stock. You can see ...
... road. To their right, the station. To their left, the houses of the PMQs. “Let's take a tour, shall we?” he says and turns right. Just outside the main gates, a World War Two Spitfire speeds on a steel pedestal, legendary little fighter ...
... road. No traffic on either side as far as the eye can see. MON. Madeleine turns and looks back up at the raggedy nest. Glimpse of a black wing, then a crow rises and flies away. The Rambler enters the PMQs and Canada Avenue becomes ...