Jojo Moyes THE GIRL YOU LEFT BEHIND Table of Contents Part One Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter. The Girl You Left Behind. Файл формата rar; размером ,32 КБ; содержит документ формата epub. Добавлен пользователем HelgaKaestner The Girl You Left Behind is a hauntingly romantic and utterly irresistible weepy from Jojo Moyes, internationally bestselling author of Me Before You and After.
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Automatyczne logowanie. Destined to be the novel that friends press upon each other more than any other next year. Moyes does a majestic job of conjuring a cast of characters who are charismatic, credible and utterly compelling. This is a charming novel fizzing with quirky detail' Red 'This truly beautiful story made us laugh, smile and sob like a baby - you simply have to read it. It's also a real weepie' Daily Express 'A perceptive and moving tale' Independent 'Beautifully written' Sun 'Another powerful love story. A deftly plotted narrative populated with likeable, engaging characters.
A must read' Bon 'I have never read a more moving or compelling book in all of my life, and, believe me, I read a lot' Bliz 'I have rarely wept so much over a book. Thank you for the laughs too, this will stay with me for a long time' French Fran 'I don't think I've come across a book that evoked so many emotions.
I don't often write reviews, but I feel I have to tell everyone how wonderful this book is' Marg 'Margi' 'Cried buckets reading it, and could not put it down' Mumzie 'Amazing! Could not put it down. Thomas 'This book was brilliant!
I haven't cried this much reading a book before' Jardine 'This ranks as one of the best books I have ever read. I am bereft now that I've finished it' Caldergirl 'Moyes forces her readers to think and feel every awful, beautiful, heart-rending and chest-constricting emotion. Sublime and powerful' Dee 18, Australia 'All I can say is: It will make you think, laugh and cry, possibly all at the same time. I am glad I finished it in the privacy of my own home and no one could see me crying my eyes out.
Well done, Ms Moyes, this was thoroughly believable and agonizingly real' J. Starling 'Could not put the book down, and being a big butch steel worker it had me sobbing my eyes out' B. Ingram 'Bazza' 'A truly remarkable book, Jojo Moyes deserves an award for this' Swifty 'You may not want to read this on the train, especially towards the end - unless you enjoy howling in public!
I giggled, sighed and cried, such clever writing. What a book! You will laugh, cry and wish that you could put your whole life on pause while you read it!
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Honestly amazing. Loved every second. Couldn't stop thinking about it for hours, and every time I tried to explain what happened I couldn't stop crying all over again! Crisp baguettes, the flesh of the bread a virginal white, still steaming from the oven, and ripe cheese, its borders creeping towards the edge of the plate.
Grapes and plums, stacked high in bowls, dusky and fragrant, their scent filling the air.
I was about to reach out and take one, when my sister stopped me. Wake up. I was going to have a mouthful of Reblochon, smear it on a hunk of that warm bread, then pop a grape into my mouth. I could already taste the intense sweetness, smell the rich aroma. But there it was, my sister's hand on my wrist, stopping me. The plates were disappearing, the scents fading. I reached out to them but they began to pop, like soap bubbles. My sister was wearing a cotton bonnet, as I was, to keep warm.
Her face, even in the feeble light of her candle, was leached of colour, her eyes wide with shock. From below us came the sound of men shouting, their voices bouncing off the stone courtyard, the hens squawking in their coop. In the thick dark, the air vibrated with some terrible purpose. I sat upright in bed, dragging my gown around me, struggling to light the candle on my bedside table. I stumbled past her to the window and stared down into the courtyard at the soldiers, illuminated by the headlights of their vehicle, and my younger brother, his arms around his head, trying to avoid the rifle butts that landed blows on him.
I heard them shouting from my room.
They say they'll take Aurelien if he doesn't tell them where it is. We flinched as we heard our brother cry out. I hardly recognized my sister then: I knew her fear was mirrored in my own face. This was what we had dreaded.
If they find it,' Helene whispered, her voice cracking with panic, 'they'll arrest us all. You know what took place in Arras. They'll make an example of us. What will happen to the children? I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and tiptoed to the window, peering out at the courtyard.
The presence of a Kommandant suggested these were not just drunken soldiers looking to take out their frustrations with a few threats and knocks: His presence meant we had committed a crime that should be taken seriously.
It will take them minutes. And then ,,,' Helene's voice rose, lifted by panic. Then one morning the mail arrives, and within the stack of quotidian minutiae is a letter addressed to Harold in a shaky scrawl from a woman he hasn't seen or heard from in twenty years.
Queenie Hennessy is in hospice and is writing to say goodbye. Harold pens a quick reply and, leaving Maureen to her chores, heads to the corner mailbox.
But then, as happens in the very best works of fiction, Harold has a chance encounter, one that convinces him that he absolutely must deliver his message to Queenie in person.
And thus begins the unlikely pilgrimage at the heart of Rachel Joyce's remarkable debut. Harold Fry is determined to walk six hundred miles from Kingsbridge to the hospice in Berwick-upon-Tweed because, he believes, as long as he walks, Queenie Hennessey will live.
Still in his yachting shoes and light coat, Harold embarks on his urgent quest across the countryside. Along the way he meets one fascinating character after another, each of whom unlocks his long-dormant spirit and sense of promise.
Memories of his first dance with Maureen, his wedding day, his joy in fatherhood, come rushing back to him - allowing him to also reconcile the losses and the regrets. When their town falls to the Germans, Sophie is forced to serve them every evening at her hotel. In the aftermath, she pieces her life back together and tries to find meaning in her existence as a human rights worker in the worst areas around the globe.
Irene Steele shares her idyllic life in a beautiful Iowa City Victorian house with a husband who loves her to skywriting, sentimental extremes.
But as she rings in the new year one cold and snowy night, everything she thought she knew falls to pieces with a shocking phone call: her beloved husband, away on business, has been killed in a plane crash.
Before Irene can even process the news, she must first confront the perplexing details of her husband's death on the distant Caribbean island of St. Timely, balanced and certain to inspire debate. Then, in late morning, a desperate and distraught gunman bursts in and opens fire, taking all inside hostage.
I didn't want this story to end!