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Sto caricando le informazioni... Geremia (1919)di Hugh Walpole
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. I really enjoyed this book, the descriptions are so wonderful! Jeremy is a little boy of 7, who turns 8 at the start of the story and starts the journey to adulthood as he starts to see his world through different more mature eyes! This is a charming story, written by a man that knows his craft oh so well, I love Hugh Walpole's work and he can do no wrong for me! Maybe old fashioned for today's tastes but charming and beautifully written. nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
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The end of it was that Jeremy received six strokes on the hand with a ruler. Mr. Cole was not good at this kind of thing, and twice he missed Jeremy's hand altogether, and looked very foolish. It was not an edifying scene. Jeremy left the room, his head high, his spirit obstinate; and his father remained, puzzled, distressed, at a loss, anxious to do what was right, but unable to touch his son at all. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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In the cathedral city of Polchester lives 8 year old Jeremy, with his sisters, Nurse, rector father, placid mother and a handful of other relatives (and Hamlet the dog). Covering a year in his life- from his birthday up to the day he's about to set off for boarding school- Jeremy starts to move from childhood to independence; he starts to realise stuff about the adut world and Life through his everyday adventures.
"The moment was one of a sequence that had come to him during the year-....All these moments had been something more than merely themselves, had had something behind them or inside them for which simply they stood as words for pictures. He analyzed, of course, nothing, being a perfectly healthy small boy, but if afterwards he looked back these were the moments that he saw as one sees stations on a journey. One day he would know for what they stood."
Quite an enchanting little book. ( )