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Summary of Gabriel Byrne's Walking with Ghosts
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798822527850
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I dreamed of first love, a dark-haired girl with pale skin. I loved Mary Foley in her pink cardigan, smiling. For her, I would ride my invisible horse to the doors of Wild West saloons, shoot at Nazi stormtroopers, and score the winning goal for Ireland in the final moment of extra time.
#2 The house where Mrs. Prunty lived was the ruin of a small cottage where Mrs. Doran lived alone. Mrs. Prunty’s husband had been a soldier, and one day he left in his green uniform on his motorbike and never came back again.
#3 I loved the picture house. It was a world of imagination opened up for me by my grandmother. I would go there every week and see films about American soldiers, Indians, and circus performers.
#4 I remember my father teaching me to ride a bicycle in the laneways among the high hedges. I wobbled and tumbled into the ditch, but eventually I reached the bottom without falling. I was riding down the hill with my feet on the handlebars.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I dreamed of first love, a dark-haired girl with pale skin. I loved Mary Foley in her pink cardigan, smiling. For her, I would ride my invisible horse to the doors of Wild West saloons, shoot at Nazi stormtroopers, and score the winning goal for Ireland in the final moment of extra time.
#2 The house where Mrs. Prunty lived was the ruin of a small cottage where Mrs. Doran lived alone. Mrs. Prunty’s husband had been a soldier, and one day he left in his green uniform on his motorbike and never came back again.
#3 I loved the picture house. It was a world of imagination opened up for me by my grandmother. I would go there every week and see films about American soldiers, Indians, and circus performers.
#4 I remember my father teaching me to ride a bicycle in the laneways among the high hedges. I wobbled and tumbled into the ditch, but eventually I reached the bottom without falling. I was riding down the hill with my feet on the handlebars.
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