Hello to the Cannibals: A NovelHarper Collins, 13.10.2009 - 688 Seiten At first, all Lily Austin knows about 19th–century explorer Mary Kingsley is that, 100 years before, she was the first white woman to venture into the heart of Africa. But as Lily begins reading about Mary Kingsley, she becomes more and more fascinated – and discovers in Mary a kindred spirit. In her own life, Lily feels trapped – on the one hand, she craves family and intimate connection; on the other hand, she has no healthy or satisfying role models. Consequently, as she nears graduation from the University of Virginia, she finds herself uncertain about what to do with her life. As she researches Mary's life – she has begun writing a play about her – Lily comes to witness Mary's incredible bravery and startling originality, qualities that prove inspirational to Lily, whose own bravery is required as she attempts to navigate dysfunctional and destructive relationships with her young husband, her extended family – and a legacy of abuse dating back to her childhood. |
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... asked about the drama school, and his expression took her in, appeared so welcoming and interested that to her surprise she began telling him details: the circuitous path of barely passed courses and bad advice she had taken on the way ...
... asked. “My mother lives in Point Royal. That's about seventy miles north.” He said, “I come from near there. My ... asking him if he knew it. “Sure,” he said. “I worked behind the counter two summers ago.” “Then we must have already met ...
... asked anything. “I knew about it, you know,” Sheri said. Lily waited. “I'll tell you, I come from one seriously fucked-up family. My mother and father had an affair while she was still married to Tyler's father. I was the result of that ...
... asked where you were.” The little thrill she experienced was surprising; it left her feeling disagreeably exposed. Sheri seemed to look right through her. “I thought it was kind of strange, myself.” “Why?” Lily said. “I am your roomie ...
... asked Lily. Lily, who called her mother by name, like a sister or a friend, said, “Doris, I wish I understood you better.” “Well, I was curious. She must be something else in bed.” “Oh, for God's sake.” Doris laughed. “It's the eighties ...