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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... the ice cream back to her mother. “I'm full,” she says. Mike says, “She's gonna barf.” “I am not, Mike, don't say 'barf.'” “You just said it. Barf.” “That's enough, Mike,” says Jack, and Mike stops. Mimi turns 8 the way the crow flies.
... stops. Mimi turns and looks back at Madeleine with the are-you-goingto-throw-up? expression. It makes her have to ... Stop it!” “Tenez-vous tranquilles maintenant, hein? Your father's driving,” says Maman. Madeleine has seen the muscles ...
... stop for bratwurst and crusty white rolls, just like home. Germany, that is. Madeleine knows she must cease to think of Germany as home. This is home now—what she sees out the sunny car window. Impossibly long driveways that lead to ...
... stop feeling sad for no reason. Welcome to Lucan. . . . They are standing in an old country churchyard. Not old for Europe, old for Canada. Long grass obscures the gravestones, many of which have keeled over. One monument stands out ...
... stops the car. Cuts the engine. Out on the runway, a shimmer of heat. “There's the old scene of the crime,” he says. His tone is affectionate—a time-worn joke about a long-dead loved one. “Son of a gun,” he says. Shakes his head. Mimi ...