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Название книги: You Shall Know Our Velocity
Автор(ы): Dave Eggers
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/You-Shall-Know-Our-Velocity-153938.html
Thank you Flagg, Marnie, Sam, Jenny, Chris, Brie, John, Cressida, Andrew, Michael and EliThank you Sarah, Barb, Julie, Scott, Yosh and everyone at McSwys and 826 ValenciaThank you Toph and BillThis book owes a tremendous amount to Brent Hoff
This book is dedicated to BethEverything within takes place after Jack died, and before my mom and I drowned in a burning ferry in the cool tannin-tinted Guaviare River, in east-central Columbia, with forty-two locals we hadn't yet met. It was a clear and eyeblue day, that day, as was the first day of this story, a few years ago in January, on Chicago's north side, in the opulent shadow of Wrigley and with the wind coming low and searching off the jagged half-frozen lake. I was inside, very warm, walking from door to door.I was talking to Hand, one of my two best friends, the one still alive, and we were planning to leave. At this point there were good days, good weeks, when we pretended that it was acceptable that Jack had lived at all, that
Название книги: You Shall Know Our Velocity
Автор(ы): Dave Eggers
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/You-Shall-Know-Our-Velocity-153938.html
Thank you Flagg, Marnie, Sam, Jenny, Chris, Brie, John, Cressida, Andrew, Michael and EliThank you Sarah, Barb, Julie, Scott, Yosh and everyone at McSwys and 826 ValenciaThank you Toph and BillThis book owes a tremendous amount to Brent Hoff
This book is dedicated to BethEverything within takes place after Jack died, and before my mom and I drowned in a burning ferry in the cool tannin-tinted Guaviare River, in east-central Columbia, with forty-two locals we hadn't yet met. It was a clear and eyeblue day, that day, as was the first day of this story, a few years ago in January, on Chicago's north side, in the opulent shadow of Wrigley and with the wind coming low and searching off the jagged half-frozen lake. I was inside, very warm, walking from door to door.I was talking to Hand, one of my two best friends, the one still alive, and we were planning to leave. At this point there were good days, good weeks, when we pretended that it was acceptable that Jack had lived at all, that
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