Colleen Mccullough

The Thorn Birds

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In the rugged Australian Outback, three generations of Clearys live through joy and sadness, bitter defeat and magnificent triumph — driven by their dreams, sustained by remarkable strength of character… and torn by dark passions, violence and a scandalous family legacy of forbidden love.

It is a poignant love story, a powerful epic of struggle and sacrifice, a celebration of individuality and spirit. Most of all, it is the story of the Clearys' only daughter, Meggie, who can never possess the man she so desperately adores — Ralph de Bricassart. Ralph will rise from parish priest to the inner circles of the Vatican… but his passion for Meggie will follow him all the days of his life.
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797 printed pages
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Head of Zeus

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    al mshared an impressionlast year
    👍Worth reading
    💡Learnt A Lot
    💞Loved Up
    🚀Unputdownable
    🐼Fluffy
    💧Soppy

    Loved it when I was a teenager (15 years or so)

    Татьянаshared an impression8 months ago
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths
    🚀Unputdownable

    Великая книга, как и "Унесённые ветром". Жизнь во всей ее полноте: страдания, любовь, испытания, иллюзии и избавление от них, и даже местами счастье.

    Ксения Петуховаshared an impression2 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths
    💧Soppy

    That's brilliant dramatic story.

Quotes

    Anastasia Berdinskikhhas quoted6 months ago
    So Meggie squatted down behind the gorse bush next to the front gate and tugged impatiently. Her fingers were clumsy, the wrapping heavy; it smelled faintly of the Wahine general store, which told her that whatever lay inside the parcel had miraculously been bought, not homemade or donated.
    david copperfieldhas quoted6 months ago
    The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
    b8233390006has quoted7 months ago
    Unless we had actually been to Australia, and far fewer people had back then, we had no idea of the sheer size and beauty of that huge empty land.

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