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| Weight | 0.226 kg |
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| Dimensions | 2.1 × 14.8 × 19.9 cm |
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| Pages | 320 |
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| Year Published | 2016-1-28 |
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| Publication City/Country | London, United Kingdom |
| ISBN 10 | 1444797662 |
| About The Author | Lindsay Hawdon is a writer of travel, adventure and fiction. On leaving school, she spent three years travelling around Europe, Africa and India, hitching rides and sleeping under canvas. She has since travelled to over sixty countries and writes regularly for The Sunday Times, The Sunday Telegraph, the Australian and the LA Times. Her travel column 'An Englishwoman Abroad' ran in the Sunday Telegraph in 2000 and ran for seven years. Her articles for the Sunday Times called 'Have Kids Will Travel' followed a year's trip travelling solo with her two young boys around South East Asia. She lives in Bath with her family. |
I thought it was a remarkable book – brave, big-hearted, and beautifully written. Harrowing too, of course, at times almost unbearably so, but Lindsay Hawdon meets the material with such honesty and courage we, as readers, can stay with it without feeling crushed by it. It's a first novel that clearly announces the arrival of a very talented writer. |
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| Other text | 'Remarkable – brave, big-hearted and beautifully written' Andrew Miller, author of the Costa Award winner PUREWeaving back and forward in time and place between Austria during the Second World War, to Switzerland and 1920s England to tell the interlinked stories of Jakob, an 8 year old gypsy boy, his father Yavy and his English mother Lor. |
| Back Cover Copy | 'A bewitchingly beautiful and utterly captivating story' Independent on SundayAustria, 1944. Jakob, a gypsy boy – half Roma, half Yenish – runs, as he has been told to do. With shoes of sackcloth, still stained with another's blood, a stone clutched in one hand, a small wooden box in the other. He runs blindly, full of fear, empty of hope. 'Don't be afraid, Jakob,' his father has told him. 'See the colours, my boy,' he has whispered. So he does. Rusted ochre from a mossy bough. Steely white from the sap of the youngest tree. On and on, Jakob runs.Spanning from one world war to another, taking us across England, Switzerland and Austria, this powerful first novel is drawn from a little-known piece of history: the Porrajmos, or Gypsy Holocaust. And through it all is woven the brightness of hope, the strength of the human spirit, the colours that make life worth living.'A memorable debut… luminously beautiful… a powerful story' The Times'Deeply involving… [Hawdon] will go far' Guardian'This book demands to be read' John Humphryswww.lhawdon.co.uk@lindsayhawdonwww.hodder.co.uk |




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