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Motherless de Tavia Gilbert

Motherless

Tavia Gilbert Autor Erin Healy
en Limba Engleză CD-Audio – 10 noi 2014

A whispering voice at the back of my mind reminds me that I ve been this way for some time. Dead, that is.

The dead have a very broad view of the living, of actions performed out of sight, of thoughts believed to be private. I would know. Losing both parents is a trial no child should endure, and Marina and Dylan have endured enough. They deserve the one thing I could never give them: a mother s love.

A mother s love, and the truth.

My children have believed a lie about me for years and years. After all this time I can still feel their hurt in my heart. But the tether holding me to them is frayed from years of neglect . . . and I have to find a way to make my confession before it snaps.

But when the truth comes out, what other beasts will I unleash?"

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ISBN-13: 9781613756577
ISBN-10: 1613756577
Dimensiuni: 140 x 165 x 28 mm
Greutate: 0.23 kg
Editura: OASIS AUDIO

Recenzii

'Healy’s (Afloat; Stranger Things) many fans will love this mesmerizing novel of supernatural suspense. ''...readers who enjoyed Alice Sebold’s The Lovely Bones might want to try this.”
“The unique style and perspective make the book appealing.”

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A WHISPERING VOICE at the BACK of MY MIND REMINDS ME that I’VE BEEN THIS WAY for SOME TIME.
DEAD, THAT IS.
The dead have a very broad view of the living, of actions performed out of sight, of thoughts believed to be private. I would know. Losing both parents is a trial no child should endure, and Marina and Dylan have endured enough. They deserve the one thing I could never give them: a mother’s love.
A mother’s love, and the truth.
My children have believed a lie about me for years and years. After all this time I can still feel their hurt in my heart. But the tether holding me to them is frayed from years of neglect . . . and I have to find a way to make my confession before it snaps.
But when the truth comes out, what other beasts will I unleash?
“Why do we lie to the children?” someone asked me once.
“To protect them,” I answered.
How terrible it is that they need protection from me.

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