The tenth circle
av Jodi Picoult (forfatter).
2006 Heftet
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When Daniel Stone was a child, he was the only white boy in a native Eskimo village where his mother taught, and he was teased mercilessly because he was different. He fought back, the baddest of the bad kids: stealing, drinking, robbing and cheating his way out of the Alaskan bush -- where he honed his artistic talent, fell in love with a girl and got her pregnant. To become part of a family, he reinvented himself -- jettisoning all that anger to become a docile, devoted husband and father. Fifteen years later, when we meet Daniel again, he is a comic book artist. His wife teaches Dante's Inferno at a local college; his daughter, Trixie, is the light of his life -- and a girl who only knows her father as the even-tempered, mild-mannered man he has been her whole life. Until, that is, she is date raped! and Daniel finds himself struggling, again, with a powerlessness and a rage that may not just swallow him whole, but destroy his family and his future.
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When Daniel Stone was a child, he was the only white boy in a native Eskimo village where his mother taught, and he was teased mercilessly because he was different. He fought back, the baddest of the bad kids: stealing, drinking, robbing and cheating his way out of the Alaskan bush -- where he honed his artistic talent, fell in love with a girl and got her pregnant. To become part of a family, he reinvented himself -- jettisoning all that anger to become a docile, devoted husband and father. Fifteen years later, when we meet Daniel again, he is a comic book artist. His wife teaches Dante's Inferno at a local college; his daughter, Trixie, is the light of his life -- and a girl who only knows her father as the even-tempered, mild-mannered man he has been her whole life. Until, that is, she is date raped! and Daniel finds himself struggling, again, with a powerlessness and a rage that may not just swallow him whole, but destroy his family and his future.
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Utgivelsesår 2006
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780340835524
EAN 9780340835524
Språk Engelsk
Utgave 1
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Norah siterer The tenth circle av Jodi Picoult (side 44)
13:11, 3. desember 2014 Ingen har det som favoritt.
A human heart breaks harder when it's dropped from a greater height.
Norah siterer The tenth circle av Jodi Picoult (side 121)
16:34, 7. desember 2014 Ingen har det som favoritt.
There was a fine line between love and hate, you heard that cliché all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness, one day, to feel like an intrusion.
Norah siterer The tenth circle av Jodi Picoult (side 384)
01:17, 16. desember 2014 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each other's constant.
Norah siterer The tenth circle av Jodi Picoult (side 49)
13:38, 3. desember 2014 Ingen har det som favoritt.
When your significant other was missing, it wasn't the same bed. There was a void on the other side, a cosmic black hole, one that you couldn't roll too close to without falling into a chasm of memories.
Norah siterer The tenth circle av Jodi Picoult (side 205)
17:41, 11. desember 2014 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Relationships always sounded so physically painful: You fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars? The problem with a marriage - or maybe its strength - was that it spanned a distance, and you were never the same person you started out being. If you were lucky, you could still recognize each other years later. If you weren't, you wound up in your office with a boy fifteen years younger than you were, pouring his heart into your open hands.
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