The lights in the houses of other Chiara Gamberale
Publisher: Mondadori
Pages: 392
Price: € 20.00
Almond is a happy child mother of a girl full of imagination. Mary, the mother, works as a manager of property and has the special gift of turning every meeting condominium moving in group therapy sessions ... A sad day when Maria dies falling from the scooter, condos via Perfect Cave 315, the ones that loved her, they discover a letter in their own stable, the almond was small designed ... but as to who is the father, the letter is silent. Just because Mary knew all establish a strong bond, no man among the condominiums is relieved from the eyes of others suspected of being the father of Almond. You will be taken so that the decision not to do DNA testing on Almond, and determine the child to grow up together. This is the fatal assumption that a human comedy, with the excuse of paradox, in fact out to us all. And while, from floor to floor, Almond rises, falls in love, looking for her father and herself, there is adventure with her revelations to light and uncomfortable revelations, we are seeing new partnerships and separations needed. The author builds around the heart its protagonist is a choral novel where the great archetypes are mixed with contemporary yearnings, the truth and falsehood are constantly changing the sign to create a fresh voice and deep, he will be especially confident of his doubts, to a surprising end.
Noia. This book was so boring for me. I had heard very good and, curiously, I've borrowed. From the beginning the style of Gamberale I just went down: punctuation seemed to put the case, I had to reread some sentences to understand them. However, I tried to fly because, at least initially, the story seemed intriguing, nothing more sbagliato.Dopo un po’ il tutto è diventato noioso e ripetitivo. Mandorla è davvero una bambina poco credibile secondo me, che passa da sciocche preghiere ad oggetti inanimati (alla terza ho cominciato a saltarle a piè pari) alla comprensione di concetti che sfido qualunque bambino ad interpretare. Anche l’ipotetica curiosità di conoscere l’identità del padre di Mandorla mi è venuta meno: insomma, avrei sfoltito la storia di un bel po’ probabilmente, o meglio, avrei voluto leggere una storia tutta diversa. In conclusione questo libro è stato davvero deludente: per fortuna non l’avevo comprato! Ah, e oltretutto a metà libro, non so come, avevo capito chi era il padre di Mandorla-.-
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