No aceptamos pedidos con destino a Ceuta y Melilla. » The Guardian Guanyadora de l?INTERNATIONAL DUBLIN LITERARY AWARD *** Nota: Los envíos a España peninsular, Baleares y Canarias se realizan a través de mensajería urgente. » The New York Times Book Review «Extraordinària. Narrator Justine Eyre captures listeners from the very first words of Emily Ruskovichs poignant exploration of family, loss, grief, and the intangibl. Una reflexió poderosa sobre la importància del perdó i la capacitat de viure amb mitges veritats. Una història explicada des de múltiples perspectives en la qual el dolor, l?amor i la memòria acompanyen tots els personatges. Però aleshores té lloc un fet impactant, totalment inesperat, un acte tan extrem que dispersarà la família en totes direccions. Les dues filles, la June i la May, de nou i sis anys, beuen llimonada, fan fora les mosques, es fan la guitza i canten fragments de cançons mentre passa el temps. La mare, la Jenny, és l?encarregada de tallar les branques petites amb un destraló. She currently teaches creative writing at Boise State University and lives in Idaho City. Henry Award and a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Her fiction has appeared in Zoetrope, One Story, and The Virginia Quarterly Review. Un dia calorós d?agost, una família condueix fins a una clariana de la muntanya per recollir llenya de bedoll. Emily Ruskovich grew up in the Idaho Panhandle on Hoodoo Mountain. True to its name, this is a novel of place: The characters lives pass almost secondarily, less in what they do than in the private unraveling of their thoughts and dreams within this brilliantly specific rural northwestern landscape.Condition: New.
Ruskovich finds a kind of severe beauty in these woods, in trash heaps hidden in the trees, in the burdensome heat of summer, in dripping pines and the smell of wood smoke, in the whine of horseflies and fingers sticky with lemonade. The novel is atmosphere as much as it is story.
‘It’s why we fall in love,’ Jenny will tell June.” here was only a knot of longing somewhere deep inside of her, a vacant ache: adolescence. There was an intensity inherent in everything until, one day there wasn’t. ven something as ordinary as the blue rolling chair in her father’s office had some hold on her, some whisper of a new dimension in its puffs of dust sent upward by her fists against its cushions.
In one, Jenny remembers how her own childhood ended, the way she sees June’s ending now: “or the first several years of her life. But within each section, there are sharp, clear moments of psychological observation.
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