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Vigyázat! Cselekményleírást tartalmaz.

Those ​who carry the truth sometimes bear a terrible weight…

It is 1940. France has fallen. Bombs are dropping on London. And President Roosevelt is promising he won't send our boys to fight in „foreign wars.”

But American radio gal Frankie Bard, the first woman to report from the Blitz in London, wants nothing more than to bring the war home. Frankie's radio dispatches crackle across the Atlantic ocean, imploring listeners to pay attention--as the Nazis bomb London nightly, and Jewish refugees stream across Europe. Frankie is convinced that if she can just get the right story, it will wake Americans to action and they will join the fight.

Meanwhile, in Franklin, Massachusetts, a small town on Cape Cod, Iris James hears Frankie's broadcasts and knows that it is only a matter of time before the war arrives on Franklin's shores. In charge of the town's mail, Iris believes that her job is to deliver and keep people's secrets, passing along the news that letters… (tovább)

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 2010

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Penguin, London, 2010
326 oldal · ISBN: 9780141046617

Várólistára tette 2


Népszerű idézetek

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lostgab

All these letters, all these words scratched out one to the other, spinning their way toward someone. Someone waiting. Someone writing.

12. oldal

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Life seemed to her like a city hotel with many floors. She did not like to think of all the hallways she'd never seen, nor all the hallways that she might have walked along if she had gotten off at a different floor. She didn't like to think that there was more than one hallway than the one she was in [..].

69. oldal

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lostgab

One day someone you saw every day was there and the next he was not.

111. oldal

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lostgab

Surely God ought to look down and see that one part of the story had been separated from the other, and find a way, somehow, to put them side by side. How could He stand these gaps, these enormous valleys of silence?

197. oldal

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lostgab

[…] Europe was full of people vanishing into this quiet.

197. oldal

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lostgab

Years after she would remember the warmth of his hand on hers and the last of the sun on her cheeks, and she would remember that moment, in the silence before someone broke it, the single moment of highest summer, brimful, with no room for more, and not time yet for the tipping, the pouring out and away.

246. oldal

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No matter how much we all want some old man up there, there sure as hell isn't anyone watching over it all. It's just an empty sky, Max.

252. oldal


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