Prévisualiser ce livre
Summary of Elisabeth Tova Bailey's The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating
Everest Media
Disponibilité:
Ebook en format EPUB. Disponible pour téléchargement immédiat après la commande.
Ebook en format EPUB. Disponible pour téléchargement immédiat après la commande.
Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798822552739
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 When the body is rendered useless, the mind still runs like a bloodhound along well-worn trails of neurons, tracking the echoing questions: the confused family of whys, whats, and whens.
#2 I had been moved to a studio apartment, where I could receive the care I needed. My own farmhouse was closed up. I did not know if or when I’d ever make it home again. I had to close my eyes and remember the early spring there.
#3 The snail continued to explore the sides of the pot and the dish beneath, and I was amazed by its leisurely pace. I wondered if it would wander off during the night. But when I woke the next morning, the snail was back up in the pot, tucked into its shell, asleep beneath a violet leaf.
#4 I was not at home in the white studio apartment where I was staying. I was far from the things that delighted me, the wild woods that sustained me, and the social network that enriched me.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 When the body is rendered useless, the mind still runs like a bloodhound along well-worn trails of neurons, tracking the echoing questions: the confused family of whys, whats, and whens.
#2 I had been moved to a studio apartment, where I could receive the care I needed. My own farmhouse was closed up. I did not know if or when I’d ever make it home again. I had to close my eyes and remember the early spring there.
#3 The snail continued to explore the sides of the pot and the dish beneath, and I was amazed by its leisurely pace. I wondered if it would wander off during the night. But when I woke the next morning, the snail was back up in the pot, tucked into its shell, asleep beneath a violet leaf.
#4 I was not at home in the white studio apartment where I was staying. I was far from the things that delighted me, the wild woods that sustained me, and the social network that enriched me.
Aperçu du livre