M in the Abstract
Autor Douglas Daveyen Limba Engleză Paperback – 28 ian 2013 – vârsta de la 12 ani
M is for Mary whose real name is Mariposa. She is a troubled girl who is haunted by mysterious dark shadows. She knows little about her father, and her mother can’t accept her for who she is. Mary’s attempts to dare to make connections with other people are doomed to fail as long as the shadows loom within her ߝ until she figures out how she can gain control of them and use their power.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780889954878
ISBN-10: 0889954879
Pagini: 216
Dimensiuni: 131 x 193 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.24 kg
Editura: Red Deer Press
ISBN-10: 0889954879
Pagini: 216
Dimensiuni: 131 x 193 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.24 kg
Editura: Red Deer Press
Notă biografică
Douglas Davey holds degrees in fine art, education ,and library science. Currently, he is the Children’s and Youth Services Librarian for the Halton Hills Public Library. He has been playing guitar for over 20 years, most recently with a Joy Division cover band. He lives with his family in Guelph, Ontario.
Extras
“As Mary rises from sleep, shadowy forms drift around her room. They circle her small bed, moving lazily, the silhouettes of spineless creatures. She opens her eyes slightly, taking in the sight of the shades swirling above and around her. As always, she has the sensation of lying at the bottom of a vast aquarium while creatures dark and nameless whirl slowly around her.
‘Go away,’ she says wearily and the shadows begin to break their ceaseless spinning. One of them, a squat ghost-like creature with two staring holes where eyes should be, drifts down to her. ‘Not you, Inky,’ she murmurs. Lying on her side she raises one arm slightly. In response, the shadow drifts under it, resting against her black t-shirt like a teddy bear. As she wakes more fully, the featureless shades dissipate, their bodies fading away like wind-blown smoke. Black wisps curl within the spaces the shadows once occupied until a final gust blows the last scraps away. Within minutes she feels the thing under her arm begin to lose solidity. As it disappears completely, she coils up and tries not to move.”