Più di un milione di libri, a un clic di distanza!
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Questo autore è nato a Northallerton, North Yorkshire, nel 1981 e ha studiato presso l'Università di Leeds. Dopo quattro mesi di ricerca in Australia nel 2010, ha pubblicato il romanzo Little Exiles. Il suo lavoro si concentra su una profonda esplorazione della psiche umana e delle complessità delle relazioni interpersonali. Lo stile dell'autore è caratterizzato da osservazioni acute e da un ritratto sensibile delle emozioni dei personaggi.
It is 1917, and while war wages across Europe, in the heart of London, there is a place of hope and enchantment. The Emporium sells toys that capture the imagination of children and adults alike: patchwork dogs that seem alive, toy boxes that are bigger on the inside, soldiers that can fight battles of their own. Into this family business comes young Cathy Wray, running away from a shameful past. The Emporium takes her in, makes her one of its own. But Cathy is about to discover that the Emporium has secrets of its own.
A stunning novel set in the wake of the Second World War, Little Exiles tells
the extraordinary story of the forced child migration between Britain and
Australia that took place after World War II and how this flight from home
shaped the identity of a generation of children.
A magical new novel from the critically acclaimed bestselling author of THE TOYMAKERS which will appeal to fans of Neil Gaiman and Erin Morgenstern. ______________________________________ Every city has its own magic... Every night on their long journey to Paris from their troubled homeland, Levon's grandmother has read to them from a very special book. Called The Nocturne, it is a book full of fairy stories and the heroic adventures of their people who generations before chose to live by starlight. And with every story that Levon's grandmother tells them in their new home, the desire to live as their ancestors did grows. And that is when the magic begins... Nobody can explain why nocturnal water dogs start appearing at the heels of every citizen of Paris-by-Starlight like the loyal retainers they once were. There are suddenly night finches in the skies and the city is transforming- the Eiffel Tower lit up by strange ethereal flowers that drink in the light of the moon. But not everyone in Paris is won over by the spectacle of Paris-by-Starlight. There are always those that fear the other, the unexplained, the strangers in our midst. How long can the magic of night rub up against the ordinariness of day? How long can two worlds occupy the same streets and squares before there is an outright war?
