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Isabel Bento Bento itibaren 9960-440 Lajes Das Flores, Portekiz itibaren 9960-440 Lajes Das Flores, Portekiz

Okuyucu Isabel Bento Bento itibaren 9960-440 Lajes Das Flores, Portekiz

Isabel Bento Bento itibaren 9960-440 Lajes Das Flores, Portekiz

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loved this book!

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Accessible format for those interested in dream interpretation.

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A sick book! I loved the beginning, but the more it progressed, the sicker it got. Should be read, but I dont think I will read it again.

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5 балов. Читал на русском. Удивительные дневники человека, переживающего падение цивилизованного мира.

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What a cozy, thoroughly readable story! Marcia Willett writes so competently, and the reader soon comes to care about these endearing characters, their surroundings as well as their fates. She has been likened to Rosamunde Pilcher and Maeve Binchy, two much loved authors, and I did find a similar vibration in her writing. A poignant theme seemed to be the tie between generations, as well as wistfulness about those who had come before and those who would follow. Looking Forward, the first of the three Chadwick Chronicles, was rich and comfortable, wrought with a subtle humor! It was a treat to remember that I hadn’t yet finished, such was the depth of my enjoyment! The author’s keen sense of her surroundings was evident. How much the natural beauty of the English countryside, as well as the different seasons in both life and nature contributed to the finely finished product! Particularly striking was the following passage. ‘The moonlight cast dark bars across the carpet, filling the room with an unearthly light…………….. Outside, pure white brilliance poured down on the silent countryside, robbing it of any depth of color. Trees and hedges were etched black against the ghostly grey of grass and the moon itself was cold and white, reducing the stars to mere pinpricks of light. The small pale patchwork of fields stretched away to the black horizon, but below in the valley, the mist was rising. It curled up, wispy and ethereal, wreathing round the dark boles of trees, floating above hedges, drifting against the hillside.’ I’m so happy to have more chronicles in store!