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Book : Winter Garden - Hannah, Kristin

Modelo 12663153
Fabricante o sello St. Martins Griffin
Peso 0.41 Kg.
Precio:   $58,989.00
Si compra hoy, este producto se despachara y/o entregara entre el 20-05-2025 y el 28-05-2025
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-Titulo Original : Winter Garden

-Fabricante :

St. Martins Griffin

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About the Author KRISTIN HANNAH is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty novels, including The Nightingale, The Great Alone, and The Four Winds. A former lawyer turned writer, she lives with her husband in the Pacific Northwest. Mesmerizing from the first page to the last, Kristin Hannahs Winter Garden is one woman’s sweeping, heartbreaking story of love, loss, and redemption. At once an epic love story set in World War II Russia and an intimate portrait of contemporary mothers and daughters poised at the crossroads of their lives, it explores the heartbreak of war, the cost of survival and the ultimate triumph of the human spirit. It is a novel that will haunt the reader long after the last page is turned.1941. Leningrad, a once magical city besieged by war, cut off from aid, buried in snow. A city full of women desperate to save their children and themselves…2000. Loss and old age have taken a terrible toll on Anya Whitson. At last, she will reach out to her estranged daughters. In a halting, uncertain voice, she begins to weave a fable about a beautiful Russian girl who lived in Leningrad a lifetime ago…Nina and Meredith sit spellbound at their mother’s bedside, listening to a story that spans more than sixty years and moves from the terrors of war-torn Leningrad under siege to modern-day Alaska. In a quest to uncover the truth behind the story, Nina and Meredith discover a secret so shocking, so impossible to believe, it shakes the foundation of their family and changes who they believe they are.“Another powerful story of family love, and strong women…a fascinating story that weaves fairy tales into reality, fairy tales that don’t always have the expected endings.” The Herald-News“…a gripping read. Hannah’s audience will find plenty to discuss in this enthralling entry.” Booklist Review “A . . . searing story with a breathtaking, beautiful ending.” The Seattle Times“Its a tearjerker, but the journey is as lovely and haunting as a snow filled winters night.” People Magazine“This tearjerker weaves a convincing historical novel and contemporary family drama.” Library Journal“Readers will find it hard not to laugh a little and cry a little more as mother and daughters reach out to each other just in the nick of time.” Publishers Weekly Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. One2000Was this what forty looked like? Really? In the past year Meredith had gone from Miss to Ma’am. Just like that, with no transition. Even worse, her skin had begun to lose its elasticity. There were tiny pleats in places that used to be smooth. Her neck was fuller, there was no doubt about it. She hadn’t gone gray yet; that was the one saving grace. Her chestnut-colored hair, cut in a no-nonsense shoulder-length bob, was still full and shiny. But her eyes gave her away. She looked tired. And not only at six in the morning.She turned away from the mirror and stripped out of her old T-shirt and into a pair of black sweats, anklet socks, and a long-sleeved black shirt. Pulling her hair into a stumpy ponytail, she left the bathroom and walked into her darkened bedroom, where the soft strains of her husband’s snoring made her almost want to crawl back into bed. In the old days, she would have done just that, would have snuggled up against him.Leaving the room, she clicked the door shut behind her and headed down the hallway toward the stairs.In the pale glow of a pair of long-outdated night-lights, she passed the closed doors of her children’s bedrooms. Not that they were children anymore. Jillian was nineteen now, a sophomore at UCLA who dreamed of being a doctor, and Maddy-Meredith’s baby-was eighteen and a freshman at Vanderbilt. Without them, this house-and Meredith’s life-felt emptier and quieter than she’d expected. For nearly twenty years, she had devoted herself to being the kind of mother she hadn’t had, and it had worked. She and her daughters had b
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