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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... takes his. He has chosen chocolate as usual. “'I'd rather fight than switch.'” Her father has rum 'n' raisin. Does something happen to your tastebuds when you grow up so that you like horrible flavours? Or is it particular to parents ...
... takes a taste of the other's, it's great. So Madeleine is not really lying. Nyah, tell me anuddah one, doc. Maman never wants a cone of her own. She will share Dad's and take bites of Mike's and Madeleine's. That's another thing that ...
... take a nap at three, take good care of yourself, you belong to me'—come on, les enfants, chantez avec maman. . . .” And Mike does. Way up in the sky the moon is visible, a pale wafer. We intend to get there before the decade is out ...
... takes to escort her up to the open doors where the sounds of a swing orchestra greet you, along with the clink of glasses, the aroma of the buffet, the laughter of men and women. Enchanted evenings. “Bon,” says Mimi. And they drive on ...
... takes out an imaginary machine gun and Barbie dies in a hail of bullets. Madeleine gets up. “Hey Mike, want me to do Sylvester? 'Thufferin' Thuckotash!' Want me to do Elmer Fudd? 'A hunting we wiw go, a hunting we wiw go—'” But Mike takes ...