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Chargement... Granny Was a Buffer Girl (1986)par Berlie Doherty
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The night before Jess goes off to France for a university year abroad, her parents and grandparents gather to celebrate and share the stories of their lives. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Google Books — Chargement... GenresClassification décimale de Melvil (CDD)823.914Literature English & Old English literatures English fiction Modern Period 1901-1999 1945-1999Classification de la Bibliothèque du CongrèsÉvaluationMoyenne:
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There are all sorts of interesting details in here: the grandparents who married against their parents wishes; the granny who was a “buffer girl”; her father’s feelings about the prospect of National Service; the way the family coped with Jess’s older brother’s disability and then with his death. I liked the way telling these stories side-by-side shows how times changes and also how people take different paths to adulthood, but I thought the book was a bit disjointed and wished it had focused more on some stories and less on others. Some of the prose is lovely, and as a whole this book is… oddly melancholy and memorable.
The sky was rushing to early sunset. The clouds were tinged with apricot. I could see our house from here, and the spread of Sheffield away from it, with street lights already pricking out the way the roads went. I was on the top of the Bole Hills, the windiest green in the world, Grandpa told me. There was a quarry here once. Some people say it’s really “bone hills” because it was built on an old tip, and when I think I’m standing on the bottles and bones and crumbling waste of long-dead families I feel dizzy, as if this tiny moment of the present and all the moments of my future are slipping away fast from me. ( )