Eleven-year-old Peijing and her family are adapting to their new life in Australia, but when cracks in her family life start to appear, she must find a way to cope with the uncertainties of her own little world and figure out where she fits in.
Shirley Marr Libri
Shirley Marr crea storie che esistono nel punto di collisione tra l'intelletto occidentale e il cuore orientale, esplorando temi di identità culturale e resilienza attraverso giovani protagoniste non convenzionali. La sua scrittura è caratterizzata da un'arguzia oscura, insolita e spesso sorprendente, offrendo una prospettiva fresca sulla narrativa per ragazzi e bambini. La passione di Marr risiede nel distillare la sua eredità culturale in modi inaspettati, reinterpretando spesso concetti familiari attraverso la lente di giovani donne forti. Scrive con una voce unica che abbraccia la complessità delle esperienze culturali duali.
A Glasshouse of Stars
- 272pagine
- 10 ore di lettura
Meixing Lim and her family arrive in Australia for a new and better life. Meixing struggles to cope in her new environment. Her parents said they would have a better life in Australia, but it feels worse, way worse. Meixing must be a brave girl and turn her life around
James is stuck in the present... and that's the last place he wants to be. His parents have separated, and he must get used to living two different lives. Now, he has two homes, two bedrooms and two routes to school with nothing adding up to the one great life he used to have. James wishes he could go back to the past, to his Top Six best memories with Mum and Dad. Then, James meets Yan, a girl who looks at the world differently, and he discovers that travelling back in time might be possible. But are his memories as perfect as he remembers?
Niemand hätte gedacht, dass alles so endet. Niemand hätte gedacht, dass es Tote geben würde. Nicht einmal Eliza, die kluge Eliza, die nun alle für eine Mörderin halten. Vielleicht ist sie das. Irgendwie. Vielleicht hat ihr unendlicher Zorn einen anderen zum Mörder gemacht. Ihr Zorn auf die Mutter, die alles ist, nur keine Mutter; ihr Zorn auf all den Luxus, der am Ende nichts bedeutet; ihr Zorn auf eine verlogene, zum Kotzen heile Welt.
