Blanche vient de perdre son mari, Pierre, son autre elle-même. Un jour, elle rencontre Jules, un vieil homme amoureux des fleurs...
Do you hear the people calling?' 'No.' 'See there, dummy, you're nowhere near dead.' 'Well, I don't believe you. How would you know?' 'Of course I know, I do, I do, I know all about it . . .' Tawera and his sister are inseparable, in a relationship that is impossible for others to share. In fact his whole whanau is bonded by secrets, a genealogy stitched together by shame, joy, love and sometimes grief. Patricia Grace's major new novel merges recent headlines with stories of a heartfelt family history. It is an account of the mysteries that operate at many levels between generations, where the present is the pivot, the centre of the spiral, looking outward to the past and future that define it. There's a way the older people have of telling a story, a way where the beginning is not the beginning, the end is not the end . . .
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Blanche vient de perdre son mari, Pierre, son autre elle-même. Un jour, elle rencontre Jules, un vieil homme amoureux des fleurs...
Des idées de lecture pour ce début d'année !
Si certaines sont impressionnantes et effrayantes, d'autres sont drôles et rassurantes !
A gagner : la BD jeunesse adaptée du classique de Mary Shelley !