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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... drinks, looking happy. “I've heard,” Ronda says. He laughs softly, to himself, and drinks again. After a 12. •. RICHARD BAUSCH.
... drinks. Tonight, he broke a rule—he's not supposed to have anything when he's baby-sitting. Sometimes he sits up late and you can hear the tip of the bottle touching the lip of the glass as he pours. He's a bad sleeper. Ronda often ...
... drink. “Tell me.” “Well, you know. I think they think I talk too much in class. I'm too grown-up, you know, because I like Ella Fitzgerald.” “You know more than they do.” “I know I'm talkingyour ear off.” “No, go ahead. It makes an old ...
... drink. Do you understand? Nothing happened. It didn't—” Again, she says nothing. He straightens, and his grip loosens slightly. “You came down here and tempted me. You should've stayed where you belong.” “Let me go,” Lily says. “Please ...
... drinking a cup of coffee. Mr. Stapleton is seated across from him. He doesn't look at Lily, pouring more of the coffee; and then he does look at her. There is nothing at all in his face, his tired gray flat lightless eyes, the eyes, she ...