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Coming Soon: Inside Jenna Mary E. Pearson

Sono sempre più al settimo cielo, sta per arrivare un altro libro che non vedo l’ora di leggereeee! Preparatevi, e il 23 Marzo fiondatevi in tutte le librerie per comprare Dentro Jenna di Mary E. Pearson , Leaving the joints Y .

Pages: 352
Price: € 14.50

The seventeen year old Jenna Fox, after more than a year coma, wakes up in a body and a mind that finds it hard to recognize. Her parents say that was the victim of a serious car accident, but there are many shortcomings to his identity and the many unresolved questions about his current life. Why his family moved to California at once, leaving everything in Boston? Because her grandmother treated her with inexplicable rudeness? Why do parents forbid them to talk about the sudden move? E come mai Jenna riesce a ricordare intere pagine del Walden di Thoreau, ma riporta a stento alla memoria stralci disordinati del suo passato? Assetata di verità e inquieta, la ragazza cerca di riappropriarsi della sua vita passata. Guardando i filmati dell'infanzia, strani ricordi riaffiorano nella sua mente confusa e, lentamente, Jenna realizza di essere prigioniera di un terribile segreto. Mary E. Pearson ha costruito un'affascinante e credibile visione di un futuro distopico esplorando i territori dell'etica e della sperimentazione scientifica, il potere della biotecnologia e la natura dell'anima, con delicata poesia e intrigante suspence. Questo romanzo è un'ottima miscela di fantascienza, thriller e relazioni adolescenziali che ha già appassionato American readers.

Here for you a little taste:

Once I was somebody.
Someone named Jenna Fox.
And 'what I'm told. But I'm more of a name. Most of what I say. More than all the facts and figures which fill my head. More movies that make me see.
are more than that. But I do not know what.
"Jenna, come sit here. This is not you, you have to lose. "The woman I call" mom "gives the taps on the pillow beside her." Come, "he repeats.
obey.
"It 's an historic moment," he says. Laying his arm around my shoulders and shaking me. I lift a corner of his mouth. Then the other: a smile. Cause I know that is what I should do, what you expect from me.
"It 's the first time," he says. "We never had a woman president of Nigerian origin."
"The first time" I say. I look at the screen. I look at my mother's face. I just learned to smile. I do not know yet assume other expressions. But I
,
"Mom, come sit with us" screaming faces the kitchen. "He is about to begin."

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