The Generation Game , livre ebook
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English
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2018
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2018
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Publié par
Date de parution
05 avril 2018
Nombre de lectures
17
EAN13
9781787198531
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
1 Mo
Philippa Smith is in her forties and has a beautiful newborn baby girl. She also has no husband, and nowhere to turn. So she turns to the only place she knows: the beginning.
Retracing her life, she confronts the daily obstacles that shaped her very existence. From the tragic events of her childhood abandonment, to the astonishing accomplishments of those close to her, Philippa learns of the sacrifices others chose to make, and the outcome of buried secrets.
Philippa discovers a celebration of life, love, and the Golden era of television. A reflection of everyday people, in not so everyday situations.
What Reviewers and Readers Say:
'Sophie Duffy has written a powerful first novel & shows huge promise.' Katie Fforde
'A warm, moving, wonderful read.' Wendy Holden
'An extraordinary story...A born storyteller with a gift for characterisation, she writes with warmth, lovely earthy detail and a pathos which keeps a lump lodged in the throat...echoes of Victoria Wood.' The Daily Mail
'Sophie Duffy is a talent to be reckoned with. She writes with empathy, clarity and huge skill. Read The Generation Game and enjoy!' Margaret Graham
'A brave, bold, warm, rich, amusing, engaging novel which sits well alongside more established authors like Kate Atkinson's Behind the Scenes at the Museum.' Hello Magazine
'Deftly written, very moving.' The Bookbag
'This is a beautifully written book... The characters are quite simply brilliant.' Vanity Case Books
2006
Oh dear. How did that happen?Last time I looked, I only had myself to worry about. Now I’ve got you. Another person. Yesterday you were hidden away,tucked up inside me, completely oblivious to what lay ahead.Now here you are, floppy and exhausted, the biggest, scariest journey of your life over and done with. All screamed-out and sleeping the way babies are supposed to on a good day. So what now? Where do we go from here, you and I?Backwards, I suppose. To the beginning. While you are quiet and still and here in my arms. Before they chuck us out and send us home.
Home.
But where to start? Where is the beginning exactly?
Long before the bags I packed full of nappies and cream and teeny-weeny baby gros. Before the hairy ride in the taxi over the speed bumps of East Dulwich banging my head on the roof while the Irish cabbie recited his Hail Marys. The tracks I played on my iPod, full blast to drown out the noise I couldn’t help making. The Best of The Monkees. Hearing those voices and tambourines took me back to a time when I had a best friend in all the world who I thought I was going to marry. Who I thought would be there forever. Who taught me that everything changes.(A Monkees compilation was as far as your father got involved in your birth. That and the quick leg-over that was lost some-where amongst the ravages of my fortieth birthday.)
Long before then. Right back at the beginning, my beginning,way back when I was held for the first time in my mother’s arms. Were my fingers ever that small? My toenails? Was my skin ever that smooth and wrinkled at the same time? My hair that fluffy? My grip that tight? My nose that squashed?
Did my mother hold me and wonder these very same things?
I can’t answer these questions.
And try as I might, I can’t tell you everything that went before. Everyone I could’ve gone to for help, for answers, has gone, is lost – in one way or another. But I’ll tell you what I can.I’ll tell you about the people who loved me. Who brought me up somehow, against all odds.
I’ll tell you about Lucas, the boy I was going to marry.
I’ll tell you about your father (though I’d rather not).
And I’ll tell you about a little fat girl called Philippa.
I’ll tell you my story. Our story. Because there’s nothing worse than wondering. Knowing is always better.
Publié par
Date de parution
05 avril 2018
Nombre de lectures
17
EAN13
9781787198531
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
1 Mo
