Angelmonster
Autor Veronica Bennetten Limba Engleză Paperback – 31 iul 2007 – vârsta de la 14 ani
Frankenstein." — NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW
In 1814, poet Percy Shelley enters the life of young Mary Godwin like an angel of deliverance. Seduced by his radical and romantic ideas, she flees with him to Europe, where they mingle with other free-spirited artists and poets. Frowned on by family and society, Mary becomes haunted by hideous visions — and as tragedy strikes, she realizes her dreams have become nightmares, and her angel . . . a monster. Has the time come for Mary Shelley to set her monster free?
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780763634070
ISBN-10: 0763634077
Pagini: 240
Ilustrații: 1-COLOR
Dimensiuni: 135 x 198 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Ediția:Us Pbk.
Editura: Candlewick Press (MA)
ISBN-10: 0763634077
Pagini: 240
Ilustrații: 1-COLOR
Dimensiuni: 135 x 198 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.25 kg
Ediția:Us Pbk.
Editura: Candlewick Press (MA)
Notă biografică
VERONICA BENNETT began her writing career as a freelance journalist when her two children were small. She soon moved into fiction, and her first novel was published in 1998. These days, the children are grown,and she works part-time as a college English lecturer. ANGELMONSTER, she says, "came about during a lesson on recasting classic novels for children. The text under discussion was FRANKENSTEIN, and I began to think about doing a book for children based on the early life of the author, revealing only at the end that she would go on to write FRANKENSTEIN when she grew up. An idea was born, but when I began the research, I realized that the dramatic events of Mary Shelley’s life lent themselves much better to a more grown-up story." Veronica Bennett lives in England. This is her first book with Candlewick Press.
Extras
George was still watching me. Boldly I looked back at him. Despite his superiority of title, wealth, sex, and age, the words of an eighteen-year-old girl in a sprigged cotton dress had impressed him.
"I have a better idea than cards," he said.
His gaze -- penetrating, intelligent, accustomed to his own superiority -- never left my face. None of us spoke. George sat forward in his chair. "Shall we all follow Mary’s excellent example," he suggested, "and spend this evening in the company of spirits?"
"Capital idea!" exclaimed Polidori. Then, with a frown, "But what do you actually mean, George?"
"I mean ghost stories," said George. "Let us each tell one, here in the darkness, with the storm raging outside."
My heart was on fire. Many things I had not understood before had linked themselves effortlessly together. Nightmarish visions, dreams that had dogged me day and night for years. The power and glory of the storm. The idea that a scientist might make a creature more monstrous than any God has devised. The earth-shattering possibility that life itself could lie in the ferocity of those sky-sparks that even now crackled their way across the heavens.
"I have a better idea than cards," he said.
His gaze -- penetrating, intelligent, accustomed to his own superiority -- never left my face. None of us spoke. George sat forward in his chair. "Shall we all follow Mary’s excellent example," he suggested, "and spend this evening in the company of spirits?"
"Capital idea!" exclaimed Polidori. Then, with a frown, "But what do you actually mean, George?"
"I mean ghost stories," said George. "Let us each tell one, here in the darkness, with the storm raging outside."
My heart was on fire. Many things I had not understood before had linked themselves effortlessly together. Nightmarish visions, dreams that had dogged me day and night for years. The power and glory of the storm. The idea that a scientist might make a creature more monstrous than any God has devised. The earth-shattering possibility that life itself could lie in the ferocity of those sky-sparks that even now crackled their way across the heavens.
Recenzii
George was still watching me. Boldly I looked back at him. Despite his superiority of title, wealth, sex, and age, the words of an eighteen-year-old girl in a sprigged cotton dress had impressed him.
"I have a better idea than cards," he said.
His gaze — penetrating, intelligent, accustomed to his own superiority — never left my face. None of us spoke. George sat forward in his chair. "Shall we all follow Mary’s excellent example," he suggested, "and spend this evening in the company of spirits?"
"Capital idea!" exclaimed Polidori. Then, with a frown, "But what do
you actually mean, George?"
"I mean ghost stories," said George. "Let us each tell one, here in the
darkness, with the storm raging outside."
My heart was on fire. Many things I had not understood before had
linked themselves effortlessly together. Nightmarish visions, dreams that had dogged me day and night for years. The power and glory of the storm. The idea that a scientist might make a creature more monstrous than any God has devised. The earth-shattering possibility that life itself could lie in the ferocity of those sky-sparks that even now crackled their way across the heavens.
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ANGELMONSTER by Veronica Bennett. Copyright © 2006 by Veronica Bennett. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.
"I have a better idea than cards," he said.
His gaze — penetrating, intelligent, accustomed to his own superiority — never left my face. None of us spoke. George sat forward in his chair. "Shall we all follow Mary’s excellent example," he suggested, "and spend this evening in the company of spirits?"
"Capital idea!" exclaimed Polidori. Then, with a frown, "But what do
you actually mean, George?"
"I mean ghost stories," said George. "Let us each tell one, here in the
darkness, with the storm raging outside."
My heart was on fire. Many things I had not understood before had
linked themselves effortlessly together. Nightmarish visions, dreams that had dogged me day and night for years. The power and glory of the storm. The idea that a scientist might make a creature more monstrous than any God has devised. The earth-shattering possibility that life itself could lie in the ferocity of those sky-sparks that even now crackled their way across the heavens.
_______
ANGELMONSTER by Veronica Bennett. Copyright © 2006 by Veronica Bennett. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.
Descriere
Bennett's lush reimagining of the life of Mary Shelley--on the eve of her authorship of the classic gothic novel "Frankenstein"--is a gripping story of passionate young love, poetic history, and the most enduring horror story of our time.