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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... hand with black fingernail polish . She's sixteen . Christine's ruddy , with auburn hair and deep - socketed light ... hands the plate to Drinda . " You don't think I'll eat it , " Drinda says . " You'll make it disappear , " says Lily ...
... hands are unsteady now . He spills some of it . He's quite drunk now , and she's fascinated , watching him . She ... hand . She thinks he might be going to sleep . But then he lifts it , drains the last drop out of it , and puts it down ...
... hands go in under her night- gown , under what she remembers , as it is happening , is Ronda's night- gown . His hands are all over her , and she's falling , the two of them are tumbling off the couch onto the floor . " No , " he says ...
... hand holds it , and he's leaning into her , his face a blank , almost bland mask , the muscles of his arms flexed . Her face is ... hands to her face . “It's an argument,” her father says. “People argue. Go to HELLO TO THE CANNIBALS 25 •
... hands on her chest, thinking, without the words to express it yet, that people are such strange mixtures of tenderness and violence, anger and laughter and grief, and all of it too frightening to bear. The night goes on, quiet ...