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Summary of Martin McKenna's The Boy Who Talked to Dogs
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798350017458
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 My father was a big, wild Irishman, and my mother was a German princess. They met in London when he was with the UN army, and they fell in love. They had a marriage of international proportions, like Germany marrying Ireland.
#2 My father, a drinker, would visit our house and turn off all the lights. He would point at someone if they were in the room and say, What do you think this is. Shannon Airport. There’s enough lights turned on to land a plane on the roof.
#3 I was so scared of my father that I would sneak into his pockets when he was asleep. I would steal his coins and buy chocolate and cigarettes with them.
#4 My father was a drunk, and on bad hangover mornings, he would easily have swapped his soul for a mug of scalding hot tea. I couldn’t push the memory of his bullying roars and Mammy's screams out of my head.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 My father was a big, wild Irishman, and my mother was a German princess. They met in London when he was with the UN army, and they fell in love. They had a marriage of international proportions, like Germany marrying Ireland.
#2 My father, a drinker, would visit our house and turn off all the lights. He would point at someone if they were in the room and say, What do you think this is. Shannon Airport. There’s enough lights turned on to land a plane on the roof.
#3 I was so scared of my father that I would sneak into his pockets when he was asleep. I would steal his coins and buy chocolate and cigarettes with them.
#4 My father was a drunk, and on bad hangover mornings, he would easily have swapped his soul for a mug of scalding hot tea. I couldn’t push the memory of his bullying roars and Mammy's screams out of my head.
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