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Willa Drake can count on one hand the defining moments of her life. In 1967, she is a schoolgirl coping with her mother's sudden disappearance. In 1977, she is a college coed considering a marriage proposal. In 1997, she is a young widow trying to piece her life back together. And in 2017, she yearns to be a grandmother, yet the prospect is dimming. So, when Willa receives a phone call from a stranger, telling her that her son's ex-girlfriend has been shot, she drops everything and flies across the country to Baltimore. The impulsive decision to look after this woman and her nine-year-old daughter will lead Willa into uncharted territory--surrounded by eccentric neighbors, plunged into the rituals that make a community a family, and forced to find solace in unexpected places.… (meer)
Leuk begin (Willa Drake en Sonya Bailey gingen langs de deuren om snoeprepen te verkopen). Fragmenten uit het leven van Willa als 11-jarige (moeder verdwijnt), 21-jarige (huwelijksaanzoek), 41-jarige (wordt weduwe) en 65-jarige (schiet ex-vriendin van zoon met dochtertje Cheryl ter hulp). Open einde. Het vierde fragment kon best wat snoeiwerk verdragen. ( )
More predictable and less profound than her most recent full-scale work (the magical A Spool of Blue Thread, 2015), but Tyler’s characteristic warmth and affection for her characters are as engaging as ever.
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Willa Drake and Sonya Bailey were selling candy bars door-to-door.
Citaten
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Later, crossing the upstairs hall with a basket of laundry, Willa glanced into Cheryl's room to see what they were up to. Patty stood facing her, both arms extended from her sides with Laurie and Cheryl directly behind her. All that showed of Laurie and Cheryl were their own arms, extended too so that Patty seemed to possess six arms, all six moving in stiff, stop-and-start arcs in time to the clicking sounds that Willa could hear now punctuating the music. "It's a clock dance!" Cheryl shouted, briefly peeking out from the tail end. "Can't you tell?"
If Willa were to invent a clock dance, it wouldn't look like the one the three little girls had shown her. No, hers would feature a woman racing across the stage from left to right, all the while madly whirling so that the audience saw only a spinning blur of color before she vanished into the wings, pouf! Just like that. Gone
"But sometimes it feels so repetitive. You know? Like when I'm getting dressed, I'll think, These same old, same old colors; I wish I had some new ones. But there aren't any new ones, anywhere on earth..."
Laatste woorden
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She sees herself as a tiny skirted figure like the silhouette on a ladies' room door, skimming the curve of the earth as it sails through space.
Willa Drake can count on one hand the defining moments of her life. In 1967, she is a schoolgirl coping with her mother's sudden disappearance. In 1977, she is a college coed considering a marriage proposal. In 1997, she is a young widow trying to piece her life back together. And in 2017, she yearns to be a grandmother, yet the prospect is dimming. So, when Willa receives a phone call from a stranger, telling her that her son's ex-girlfriend has been shot, she drops everything and flies across the country to Baltimore. The impulsive decision to look after this woman and her nine-year-old daughter will lead Willa into uncharted territory--surrounded by eccentric neighbors, plunged into the rituals that make a community a family, and forced to find solace in unexpected places.
Het vierde fragment kon best wat snoeiwerk verdragen. ( )