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"For fans of A Man Called Ove, a luminous debut novel about a widow's unlikely friendship with a giant Pacific octopus reluctantly residing at the local aquarium-and the truths she finally uncovers about her son's disappearance 30 years ago"--
After Tova Sullivan's husband died, she began working the night shift at the Sowell Bay Aquarium, mopping floors and tidying up. Keeping busy has always helped her cope, which she's been doing since her eighteen-year-old son, Erik, mysteriously vanished on a boat in Puget Sound over thirty years ago. Tova becomes acquainted with curmudgeonly Marcellus, a giant Pacific octopus living at the aquarium. Marcellus knows more than anyone can imagine but wouldn't dream of lifting one of his eight arms for his human captors--until he forms a remarkable friendship with Tova. Ever the detective, Marcellus deduces what happened the night Tova's son disappeared. And now Marcellus must use every trick his old invertebrate body can muster to unearth the truth for her before it's too late.… (meer)
An unlikely cast of characters feature in this thoughtful and poignant story in the Pacific Northwest: Tova, an elderly woman still grieving the loss of her husband, who spends her nights doing janitorial work at the local aquarium. Cameron a young man with several chips on his shoulder who is struggling to find his place in the world, and...Marcellus, a curmudgeonly giant Pacific octopus living at the aquarium, with a penchant for escaping from tank and getting up to mischief.
This is a touching, beautifully-written book and be warned: it is difficult to put down. The characters' inner struggles illustrate the certainty that we are all experiencing our own personal conflicts that may never be apparent to those around us. It's also a perfect example of how a feel-good book doesn't have to be sappy and overly saccharine, and every once in a while, and depending on what the reader is going through, they sometimes come along just when we need them. Highly recommended for summer reading or, honestly, anytime reading. Marcellus, as the only first-person narrator in the story, is the bomb. ( )
I've read and heard so much about this book an wasn't sure if I really wanted to read about an octopus. However, an opportunity presented itself to read and I dove in (no pun intended).
Alter chapters were not just about Marcellus the octopus who lived in the aquarium but also about Tova who worked there and other residents who lived in this town in WA. There's a special connection between Marcelleus and Tova. She talks to him. There's another reason but you have to read it to find out. A lot of connections and not just in Washington state either. It all comes together right before the end.
Marcellecus was one smart intellectual octopus that's for sure. I fell in love with Marcellus and his words and thoughts.
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
For Anna
Eerste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Darkness suits me.
Citaten
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
He rises and inspects the refereshment table in the corner of the lobby, which, inexplicably, offers coffee, but not tea. All this leather and ivy, and they can't even furnish a spot of Early Grey? What rubbish! (p. 70)
What sort of treasures comprise my Collection, you ask? Well, where to begin? Three glass marbles, two plastic superheroes, one emerald solitaire ring. Four credit cards and a driver's license. One jeweled barrette. One human tooth. Why that look of disgust? I did not remove it myself. The former owner wiggled it our on a school field trip then proceeded to lose track of it.
What else? Two devices for which I do not know the human word. I suppose they are...plugs? Humans stick them in the orifices of their youngest children to quiet them. (p. 95)
"How do you, like, go on?" He looks down at her and swallows hard. "I mean, he was here one day and gone the next. How do you recover from something like that?"
Tova hesitates. "You don't recover. Not all the way. But you do move on. You have to." (p. 346)
Humans. For the most part, you are dull and blundering. But occasionally, you can be remarkably bright creatures. (p. 350)
...Puget Sound shivers like a great gray ghost beyond the pier. (p. 354)
"For fans of A Man Called Ove, a luminous debut novel about a widow's unlikely friendship with a giant Pacific octopus reluctantly residing at the local aquarium-and the truths she finally uncovers about her son's disappearance 30 years ago"--
After Tova Sullivan's husband died, she began working the night shift at the Sowell Bay Aquarium, mopping floors and tidying up. Keeping busy has always helped her cope, which she's been doing since her eighteen-year-old son, Erik, mysteriously vanished on a boat in Puget Sound over thirty years ago. Tova becomes acquainted with curmudgeonly Marcellus, a giant Pacific octopus living at the aquarium. Marcellus knows more than anyone can imagine but wouldn't dream of lifting one of his eight arms for his human captors--until he forms a remarkable friendship with Tova. Ever the detective, Marcellus deduces what happened the night Tova's son disappeared. And now Marcellus must use every trick his old invertebrate body can muster to unearth the truth for her before it's too late.
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This is a touching, beautifully-written book and be warned: it is difficult to put down. The characters' inner struggles illustrate the certainty that we are all experiencing our own personal conflicts that may never be apparent to those around us. It's also a perfect example of how a feel-good book doesn't have to be sappy and overly saccharine, and every once in a while, and depending on what the reader is going through, they sometimes come along just when we need them. Highly recommended for summer reading or, honestly, anytime reading. Marcellus, as the only first-person narrator in the story, is the bomb. (