Special Topics in Calamity PhysicsPenguin, 3 ago 2006 - 528 páginas The mesmerizing New York Times bestseller by the author of Night Film Marisha Pessl’s dazzling debut sparked raves from critics and heralded the arrival of a vibrant new voice in American fiction. At the center of Special Topics in Calamity Physics is clever, deadpan Blue van Meer, who has a head full of literary, philosophical, scientific, and cinematic knowledge. But she could use some friends. Upon entering the elite St. Gallway School, she finds some—a clique of eccentrics known as the Bluebloods. One drowning and one hanging later, Blue finds herself puzzling out a byzantine murder mystery. Nabokov meets Donna Tartt (then invites the rest of the Western Canon to the party) in this novel—with visual aids drawn by the author—that has won over readers of all ages. |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 77
Página
... he'd collapse into a pile of brightly colored laundry—direct contrast to Dad's posture on any stage or raised platform. Dad, as he expounded upon Third World Reform (or whatever he felt like expounding upon; Dad was neither intimidated ...
... he'd collapse into a pile of brightly colored laundry—direct contrast to Dad's posture on any stage or raised platform. Dad, as he expounded upon Third World Reform (or whatever he felt like expounding upon; Dad was neither intimidated ...
Página
... he'd broken his leg in three places and had been rescued by the National Guard. Supposedly he'd been in such pain he couldn't stop shouting, “God help me!” over and over again. Charles had a terrifying voice when he was upset, and I ...
... he'd broken his leg in three places and had been rescued by the National Guard. Supposedly he'd been in such pain he couldn't stop shouting, “God help me!” over and over again. Charles had a terrifying voice when he was upset, and I ...
Página
Marisha Pessl. and he'd lapsed into such strict silence, his profile looked carved on a totem pole. I'd stare out the window, at that black doily silhouette of passing trees, and experience an attack of the What Ifs. What If Dad hadn't ...
Marisha Pessl. and he'd lapsed into such strict silence, his profile looked carved on a totem pole. I'd stare out the window, at that black doily silhouette of passing trees, and experience an attack of the What Ifs. What If Dad hadn't ...
Página
... he'd rather die than show me the “hormonal ravings of a madwoman,” which he himself had inspired. Six hours later, however, somewhere in Missouri, I stole the letter from the glove compartment when he stopped at a gas station to buy ...
... he'd rather die than show me the “hormonal ravings of a madwoman,” which he himself had inspired. Six hours later, however, somewhere in Missouri, I stole the letter from the glove compartment when he stopped at a gas station to buy ...
Página
... he'd sunk into a Bourbon Mood), Dad could be entreated to perform his impression of Marlon Brando as Vito Corleone. Sometimes, if he was feeling especially inspired, he'd even stick a piece of paper towel into his gums to re-create ...
... he'd sunk into a Bourbon Mood), Dad could be entreated to perform his impression of Marlon Brando as Vito Corleone. Sometimes, if he was feeling especially inspired, he'd even stick a piece of paper towel into his gums to re-create ...
Índice
MOBYDICK Herman Melville Chapter 12 A MOVEABLE FEAST Ernest Hemingway Chapter 13 WOMEN IN LOVE D H Lawrence Chapter 14 TH... | |
PART 3 | |
HOWL AND OTHER POEMS Allen Ginsberg Chapter 20 THE TAMING OF THE SHREW William Shakespeare Chapter 21 DELIVERANCE James... | |
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Términos y frases comunes
actually appeared arms asked began believe Blue called Charles close coming course Dad’s dark dead detail didn’t don’t door eyes face feel felt finally floor front girl hair hand Hannah Hannah Schneider happened he’d head heard holding It’s Jade killed kind knew legs Leulah light living looked mean Milton mind minutes Miss mouth moved never Nigel night nodded noticed once Park person picked question remember returned seen she’d shoulder shouted side simply sitting smile Smoke someone sound standing stared stopped story sure talking tell things thought told took trees trying turned voice waiting walked wanted wasn’t watch wearing who’d window woman wonder