Stargirl
Jerry Spinelli, 2000
Νεανικά ΡομαντικάΣύγχρονη πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός. Μιλά για τον πόλεμο.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
A baseball bat could not have hit me harder than that smile did. I was sixteen years old. In that time, how many thousands of smiles had been aimed at me? so why did this one feel like the first? Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
Πού θα το βρεις
Από κάποιους από αυτούς τους συνδέσμους παίρνουμε μια μικρή προμήθεια, χωρίς επιπλέον κόστος για σένα. Έτσι το BookFeed μένει δωρεάν.
Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Stargirl»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός. Μιλά για τον πόλεμο.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Stargirl»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Stargirl», δοκίμασε «The Hotel Nantucket» (Elin Hilderbrand), «The Mark of Athena» (Rick Riordan) και «One Golden Summer» (Carley Fortune).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
Why has no one invented a pill for the one thing that really hurts?
With all the advances in medicine and technology, why has someone not created a pill that cures heartbreak? Emotional penicillin. Why has someone not invented software that will sweep all traces of your ex out of your brain or an app that eliminates unrequited love?
The Hotel Nantucket · Elin Hilderbrand
What six months of missing someone looks like when it finally ends.
Percy smiled at her - that sarcastic troublemaker smile that had annoyed her for years but eventually had become endearing. His sea-green eyes were as gorgeous as she remembered. His dark hair was swept to one side, like he’d just come from a walk on the beach. He looked even better than he had six months ago - tanner and taller, leaner and more muscular. Percy threw his arms around her. They kissed and for a moment nothing else mattered. An asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and Annabeth wouldn’t have cared.
The Mark of Athena · Rick Riordan
The house that can swallow a childhood and hand it back whole.
Nan lives in Leaside, a leafy neighborhood in midtown Toronto. During those first hectic years after the twins were born, Heather and I slept at Nan and Grandpa’s on the weekends more often than we did in our own beds. Our home was a few streets over, but I loved this house best. The plump peonies that line the walkway. The homemade paisley curtains over the leaded glass windows. The doorbell that tolls as if announcing a newlywed couple. You can hear its thunderous ring in every corner of the redbrick Georgian, but to me, it’s the sound of calm and quiet. No screaming babies. No overwhelmed mother. A bedroom of my own.
One Golden Summer · Carley Fortune
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