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Chargement... Dresses of Red and Gold (1992)par Robin Klein
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The Melling sisters and their mother are preparing for a wedding. Cathy is to be bridesmaid and her dress is a thing of awe and beauty, but not in Cathy's eyes - she hates the idea of being a bridesmaid. Vivienne would love to wear it, and perhaps she will. Dresses of Red and Gold, the second book in the Melling Sisters Trilogy, is a warm and humorous story of four sisters - their rivalries and their loyalty and affection - growing up in an Australian country town in the 1940s. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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It is about three sisters, living in a country town during the 1940s. (Heather is 14, Cathy turns 12 and, at a guess, Vivienne is nine or ten).
It's very episodic, more like a collection of sequential short stories, than an actual novel. The historical details are interesting, and the book does a good job of capturing the girls' perspectives and motivations and significant experiences. However, the descriptions of the season - autumn - were my favourite part.
When Nurse Durbach had whirled away to tackle a dozen other jobs, Vivienne had gazed out at the lawn, carpeted gloriously with fallen leaves. Some had blown against the window panes, attaching themselves like a frieze of red and gold paper decorations. [...] Some spiralled down to join the window-pane frieze, others drifted out across the lawn, some clung stubbornly to their stalks even when tugged by a strong gust of wind. There seemed to be some unfathomable pattern in the sequence of their falling. Autumn leaves would make beautiful dresses, she thought idly, if they could only be preserved and stitched together. Such garments would be breathtaking - a rich gold and red fabric that would rustle at the wearer's every movement. ( )