The Secret Life of Bees
Sue Monk Kidd, 2001
Ιστορικά μυθιστορήματα ΝεανικάΣύγχρονη πεζογραφίαΛογοτεχνική πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: θλίψη, ελπίδα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την οικογένεια, τη μνήμη και την ελευθερία.
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I didn’t know what to think, but what I felt was magnetic and so big it ached like the moon had entered my chest and filled it up. The only thing I could compare it to was the feeling I got one time when I walked from the peach stand and saw the sun spreading across the late afternoon, setting the top of the orchard on fire while darkness collected underneath. Silence had hovered over my head, beauty multiplying in the air, the trees so transparent I felt like I could see through to something pure inside them. My chest ached then, too, this very same way. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «The Secret Life of Bees»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: θλίψη, ελπίδα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την οικογένεια, τη μνήμη και την ελευθερία.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Secret Life of Bees»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Secret Life of Bees», δοκίμασε «Night Road» (Kristin Hannah), «The Things We Cannot Say» (Kelly Rimmer) και «If I Stay» (Gayle Forman).
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Time doesn't heal so much as hand you something to wear over the wound.
Maybe time didn’t heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.
Night Road · Kristin Hannah
What goes missing when a family stops asking questions?
What happens when stories like theirs are lost? What happens when there’s no one left to pass your experience on to, or you just can’t bring yourself to share it?
The Things We Cannot Say · Kelly Rimmer
How fast an ordinary morning can become a road full of metal.
The car is eviscerated. The impact of a four-ton pickup truck going sixty miles an hour plowing straight into the passenger side had the force of an atom bomb. It tore off the doors, sent the front-side passenger seat through the driver’s-side window. It flipped the chassis, bouncing it across the road and ripped the engine apart as if it were no stronger than a spiderweb. It tossed wheels and hubcaps deep into the forest. It ignited bits of the gas tank, so that now tiny flames lap at the wet road.
If I Stay · Gayle Forman
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