The Icarus GirlBloomsbury Publishing, 10.05.2013 - 288 Seiten 'This is a beautiful, haunting story of precocious eight-year-old Jessamy ... This compelling tale of folklore and cultural differences is sure to top the bestseller lists' Daily Mail 'A moving study of alienation' Guardian 'An astonishing achievement' Sunday Telegraph _______________ Jessamy Harrison is eight years old. Sensitive, whimsical, possessed of a powerful imagination, she spends hours writing, reading or simply hiding in the dark warmth of the airing cupboard. As the half-and-half child of an English father and a Nigerian mother, Jess just can't shake off the feeling of being alone wherever she goes, and other kids are wary of her terrified fits of screaming. When she is taken to her mother's family compound in Nigeria, she encounters Titiola, a ragged little girl her own age. It seems that at last Jess has found someone who will understand her. TillyTilly knows secrets both big and small. But as she shows Jess just how easy it is to hurt those around her, Jess begins to realise that she doesn't know who TillyTilly is at all. |
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... of light grew as the cupboard door opened and her mother looked in at her. Jess could already smell the stain of thick, wrong—flowing biro ink, the Way it smelt when the pen went all leaky. She couldn't see her mum's fingers yet, 4.
... of light grew as the cupboard door opened and her mother looked in at her. Jess could already smell the stain of thick, wrong—flowing biro ink, the Way it smelt when the pen went all leaky. She couldn't see her mum's fingers yet, 4.
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Helen Oyeyemi. went all leaky. She couldn't see her mum's fingers yet, but she knew that they would be blue with the ink, and probably the sleeves of the long yellow T—shirt she was wearing as well. Jess felt like laughing because she ...
Helen Oyeyemi. went all leaky. She couldn't see her mum's fingers yet, but she knew that they would be blue with the ink, and probably the sleeves of the long yellow T—shirt she was wearing as well. Jess felt like laughing because she ...
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... fingers over the beautiful stitching, often gold, silver or a tinselly green. Then her mum would run her fingers over the elaborate embroidery herself, and smile, turning her head from side to side as she regarded her reflection in the ...
... fingers over the beautiful stitching, often gold, silver or a tinselly green. Then her mum would run her fingers over the elaborate embroidery herself, and smile, turning her head from side to side as she regarded her reflection in the ...
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... fingers moving across the material with the loving carelessness of one who could dress this way in the dark. Her mum, standing smiling in the bedroom, her costume so bright it seemed to stretch the space between the walls. The thought ...
... fingers moving across the material with the loving carelessness of one who could dress this way in the dark. Her mum, standing smiling in the bedroom, her costume so bright it seemed to stretch the space between the walls. The thought ...
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... fingers for dear life, her hands alternately sticking and sliding as the pads of her fingers caught his fingernails. Her father, standing defensively by his suitcase, darted a confused look at her mother, who quite suddenly took charge ...
... fingers for dear life, her hands alternately sticking and sliding as the pads of her fingers caught his fingernails. Her father, standing defensively by his suitcase, darted a confused look at her mother, who quite suddenly took charge ...
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