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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woman who must live with the consequences of the terrible choices she has made; and a detective whose cleverness is superseded only by his sense of justice.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.
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Light on Snow, Anita Shreve
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- Rok vydania
- 2004
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- Titul
- Light on Snow
- Jazyk
- anglicky
- Autori
- Anita Shreve
- Vydavateľ
- Little Brown GBR
- Rok vydania
- 2004
- Väzba
- pevná
- Počet strán
- 275
- ISBN10
- 0316877336
- ISBN13
- 9780316877336
- Série
- Štítky
- Beletria, Romantika, Súčasná literatúra, Rodina, Súčasná romantika, USA, Deti, Úmrtia, Strata, Truchlenie, Matky, Zima, chlad, Havária, Bábätká, Sneh, vločky
- Pôvodný názov
- Light on snow
- Hodnotenie
- 3,6 z 5
- Anotácia
- 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.




