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Lose yourself in the story of a lifetime – the unforgettable Sunday Times bestseller ‚Patchett leads us to a truth that feels like life rather than literature‘ Guardian Longlisted for the Women's Prize 2020 A STORY OF TWO SIBLINGS, THEIR CHILDHOOD ..
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Ta knjiga je v tujem jeziku: Angleščina
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Lose yourself in the story of a lifetime – the unforgettable Sunday Times bestseller ‚Patchett leads us to a truth that feels like life rather than literature‘ Guardian Longlisted for the Women's Prize 2020 A STORY OF TWO SIBLINGS, THEIR CHILDHOOD HOME, AND A PAST THAT THEY CAN'T LET GO. Like swallows, like salmon, we were the helpless captives of our migratory patterns. We pretended that what we had lost was the house, not our mother, not our father. We pretended that what we had lost had been taken from us by the person who still lived inside.
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- Jezik: Angleščina
- Založnik: Bloomsbury Publishing
- Vezava: Knjiga – Brošura
- Število strani: 352
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Lose yourself in the story of a lifetime – the unforgettable Sunday Times bestseller ‚Patchett leads us to a truth that feels like life rather than literature‘ Guardian Longlisted for the Women's Prize 2020 A STORY OF TWO SIBLINGS, THEIR CHILDHOOD HOME, AND A PAST THAT THEY CAN'T LET GO. Like swallows, like salmon, we were the helpless captives of our migratory patterns. We pretended that what we had lost was the house, not our mother, not our father. We pretended that what we had lost had been taken from us by the person who still lived inside.