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In the patchy dark of the trees he sang, with harrowed concentration, about
Frankie and her lover: "Oh, bring on your rubber-tired hearses, Oh, bring on your
rubber-tired hacks. They're takin' your man to the graveyard, And they ain't goin'
Before its walks there was an open parking lot of crunched stone, and around
three sides there was an almost formal cloister of Scotch pines and spruce trees.
Under these trees could be seen, in sun patches, the tartan-and- leather colors of
Then, she let go of the branch, which swayed up and away from her, and she
turned and walked one step toward the next tree. "Gilbert . . ." Nicholas watched
her, listening. ". . . is dead." Nick shifted a little, staring at her carefully. "Wasn't this
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LibraryThing ReviewAvis d'utilisateur - lkernagh - LibraryThing
Set in the summer months of 1964, the story is about a well-to-do family of breeding residing in a wealthy neighborhood in Ontario. 11-year old Hooker Winslow is surrounded by his family, a family ... Consulter l'avis complet
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I've read this novel twice. It is a remarkable first novel; Findley lived up to this beginning and then some during his lifetime. The main character is both hero and victim even while he victimizes ... Consulter l'avis complet
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