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| Verlag | Abacus |
| Auflage | 2005 |
| Seiten | 288 |
| Format | 12,3 x 19,6 x 1,8 cm |
| Gewicht | 200 g |
| Artikeltyp | Englisches Buch |
| ISBN-10 | 0349118566 |
| EAN | 9780349118567 |
| Bestell-Nr | 34911856EA |
Die dramatischen Ereignisse eines Dezemberabends, als sie und ihr Vater einen ausgesetzten Säugling im Schnee fanden, haben das Leben der damals 11 Jahre alten Nicky tiefgreifend verändert. Jetzt, mit 30, erinnert sich Nicky und erzählt eine Geschichte von Liebe und Entschlossenheit, Schuld und Sühne...
Kurzbeschreibung:
The eleventh novel by the critically acclaimed and internationally bestselling Anita Shreve is a story of love and courage, of tragedy and redemption and of the human heart.
Klappentext:
I watched my father run forward in his snowshoes the way one sometimes does in dreams, unable to make the legs move fast enough. I ran to the place where he knelt. I looked down into the sleeping bag. A tiny face gazed up at me, the eyes wide despite their many folds. The baby was wrapped in a bloody towel, and its lips were blue.'
The events of a December afternoon on which a father and his daughter find an abandoned infant in the snow will forever alter eleven-year-old Nicky Dillon's understanding of the world which she is about to enter and the adults who inhabit it: a father who has taken great pains to remove himself from society in order to put behind him an unthinkable tragedy; a young woman who must live with the consequences of the terrible choices she has made; and a detective whose cleverness is superseded only by his sense of justice. Written from the point of view of thirty-year-old Nicky as she recalls the vivid images of that fateful December, hers is a tale of love and courage, of tragedy and redemption, and of the ways in which the human heart always seeks to heal itself.
Rezension:
This story touches the very deepest human emotions . . . Chaucerian in its intense sympathy and its appealing universality . . . Shreve's style is fluent and unpretentious, with an irresistible rhythmic and narrative impetus that keeps you up, reading ever faster, all night . . . Perceptive, gripping and ultimately exhilarating, this is a very fine book indeed Sue Gaisford, INDEPENDENT ON SUNDAY