Ann Patchett

The Dutch House

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Lose yourself in the story of a lifetime — the unforgettable Sunday Times bestseller
'Patchett leads us to a truth that feels like life rather than literature' Guardian
Longlisted for the Women's Prize 2020


A STORY OF TWO SIBLINGS, THEIR CHILDHOOD HOME, AND A PAST THAT THEY CAN'T LET GO.
Like swallows, like salmon, we were the helpless captives of our migratory patterns. We pretended that what we had lost was the house, not our mother, not our father. We pretended that what we had lost had been taken from us by the person who still lived inside.


'The best book I've read in years' Rosamund Lupton
'Her finest novel yet' Sunday Times
'The buzz around The Dutch House is totally justified. Her best yet, which is saying something' John Boyne
'A masterpiece' Cathy Rentzenbrink
'Bliss' Nigella Lawson
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353 printed pages

Impressions

    Дарья Расковаshared an impression2 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths
    🚀Unputdownable
    💧Soppy

    это удивительная книга, на всю оставшуюся жизнь в сердце у меня, аа.

    Refiloe Masitashared an impression2 years ago

    This was such a beautiful book..

    Valerieshared an impression4 months ago
    🔮Hidden Depths

Quotes

    Nina Vyvcharukhas quotedlast year
    “But we overlay the present onto the past. We look back through the lens of what we know now, so we’re not seeing it as the people we were, we’re seeing it as the people we are, and that means the past has been radically altered
    Мария Даниловаhas quoted11 days ago
    Sandy shook her head. “Boys,” she said, and with that single word excused me from all responsibility.
    Мария Даниловаhas quoted18 days ago
    Sandy or Jocelyn when I had a bad dream in the middle of the night, and it never once occurred to me to knock on my father’s door. I went to Maeve. She taught me the proper way to hold a fork. She attended my basketball games and knew all my friends and oversaw my homework and kissed me every morning before we went our separate ways to school and again at night before I went to bed regardless of whether or not I wanted to be kissed. She told me repeatedly, relentlessly, that I was kind and smart and fast, that I could be as great a man as I made up my mind to be. She was so good at all that, despite the fact that no one had done it for her.

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