The Lovely Bones

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My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973¦ My murderer was a man from our neighborhood My mother liked his bordér flowers, and my father talked to
him once about fertilizer.
This is Susie Salmon, speaking from heaven - which looks a lot like her school playground, with the good kind of swing sets, counsellors to help newcomers adjust, and friends to room with. Everything Susie wants appears as soon as she thinks of it - except the one thing she wants most: to be back with the people she loved on earth.
Watching from her place in heaven, Susie sees her happy, suburban family devastated by her death, isolated even from one another as they each try to cope with their terrible loss alone. Over the years, her friends and siblings grow up, fali in love, do all the things she never had the chance to do herself. But life is not quite finished with Susie yet . . .
'Moving and compelling . . . It will put an... Tovább

Fülszöveg

¦¦¦¦¦¦
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973¦ My murderer was a man from our neighborhood My mother liked his bordér flowers, and my father talked to
him once about fertilizer.
This is Susie Salmon, speaking from heaven - which looks a lot like her school playground, with the good kind of swing sets, counsellors to help newcomers adjust, and friends to room with. Everything Susie wants appears as soon as she thinks of it - except the one thing she wants most: to be back with the people she loved on earth.
Watching from her place in heaven, Susie sees her happy, suburban family devastated by her death, isolated even from one another as they each try to cope with their terrible loss alone. Over the years, her friends and siblings grow up, fali in love, do all the things she never had the chance to do herself. But life is not quite finished with Susie yet . . .
'Moving and compelling . . . It will put an imperceptible but stealthily insistent hold on you. I sat down in the morning to read the first couple of pages;,five hours later, I was still there, book in hand, transfixed' Maggie O'Farrell, Sunday Telegraph
'Our dead do not leave us - and The Lovely Bones has found a graceful new way of presenting that truth of the imagination' Evening Standard
That rare thing, a debut növel that takes the stuff of terrible tragedy and manages to transform it into something hopeful and redemptive . . . Alice Sebold's words are strung together like the most delicate of charm bracelets. This book will stay with you long after you finish the last page'
Daily Mail
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