Tag: In lingua originale
The Doom Town Dummies, Liam R. Findlay
The lamp light flickered, shadows dancing across the mouldspeckled wallpaper. Eleven-year-old Colette Planchette was shoving underwear into an open umbrella on her bed. She...
Rachel’s Holiday, Marian Keyes
The events that led to me being called a drug addict had the same element of celestial farce that the rest of my life...
The Snowman, Raymond Briggs
E' la vigilia di Natale.
E c'è questo bambino che vede scendere la neve.
Come ogni bambino che si rispetti è felice.
Il suo viso si illumina.
E...
The Prestige, Christopher Priest
It began on a train, heading north through England, although I was soon to discover that the story had really begun more than a...
The Casual Vacancy, J.K.Rowling
Mary switched off the mirror light and closed the passenger side door. Barry pressed the auto-lock on the key-ring in his hand; his wife's...
Peaches for Monsieur Le Curé, Joanne Harris
“There's something very comforting about the ritual of jam-making. It speaks of cellars filled with preserves; of neat rows of jars on pantry shelves....
The crocodile by the door, Selina Guinness
The crocodile still sits here by the door, like a guardian of the house, or a god to be propitiated, its jaws open for...
One of our Thursdays is Missing, Jasper Fforde
“This is our siblings of more famous BookWorld Personalities self-help group expalined Loser (Gatsby). That's Sharon Eyre, the younger and wholly disreputable sister of...
First among sequels, Jasper Fforde
"Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights...
Practical magic, Alice Hoffman
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your gate....
Olive’s Ocean, Kevin Henkes
In realtà io l'ho letto moltissime volte nella traduzione in italiano (Un amore un'estate), e ora mi sono data alla lingua originale, appunto, Olive's...
Breath, eyes, memory, Danticat Edwidge
Tante Atie once said that love is like rain.It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you're not careful it...
At home in the world, Joyce Maynard
Teach a child to play solitaire, and she'll be able to entertain herself when there's no one around. Teach her tennis, and she'll know...
The good daughters, Joyce Maynard
My father told me I was a hurricane baby.This didn't mean I was born in the middle of one. July 4, 1950, the day...
Looking Back, Joyce Maynard
“I do not feel inferior or unliberated, and while I recognize that there are women who do, women (for whom the movement does a...
