Self Storage: A NovelRandom House Publishing Group, 12 февр. 2008 г. - Всего страниц: 304 Flan Parker has always had an inquisitive mind, searching for what’s hidden below the surface and behind the door. Her curious nature and enthusiastic probing have translated into a thriving resale business in the university housing complex where she lives with her husband and two young children. Flan’s venture helps pay the bills while her husband works on his dissertation, work that lately seems to involve more loafing on the sofa watching soap operas than reading or writing. The secret of her enterprising success: unique and everyday treasures bought from the auctions of forgotten and abandoned storage units. When Flan secures the winning bid on a box filled only with an address and a note bearing the word “yes,” she sets out to discover the source of this mysterious message and its meaning. Armed with a well-worn copy of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass that she turns to for guidance and solace, Flan becomes determined to find the “yes” in her own life. This search inward only strengthens her desire to unearth the hidden stories of those around her–in particular, her burqa-clad Afghan neighbor. Flan’s interest in this intriguing and secretive woman, however, comes at a formidable price for Flan and her family. Set during the year following the September 11 attacks, Self Storage explores the raw insecurities of a changed society. With lush writing, great humor, and a genuine heart, Gayle Brandeis takes a peek into the souls of a woman and a community–and reveals that it is not our differences that drive us apart but our willful concealment of the qualities that connect us. |
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... wanted to see how small I could make my move- ment and still be noticed by the auctioneer . The auctioneer stand- ing on a step stool in his Hawaiian print golf shirt and cargo shorts , the auctioneer with his Ray - Bans and poofy hair ...
... wanted to see how small I could make my move- ment and still be noticed by the auctioneer . The auctioneer stand- ing on a step stool in his Hawaiian print golf shirt and cargo shorts , the auctioneer with his Ray - Bans and poofy hair ...
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... wanted the furni- ture , the appliances , the big - money pieces ; most of them were dealers with pawnshops or stalls in antiques stores . My yard sales were small potatoes . The lots full of antiques could start at over $ 100 and could ...
... wanted the furni- ture , the appliances , the big - money pieces ; most of them were dealers with pawnshops or stalls in antiques stores . My yard sales were small potatoes . The lots full of antiques could start at over $ 100 and could ...
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... wanted to feel that way , I really did , but I wasn't so sure . My self felt pretty small most of the time . When I was seven and my mom was near death - pancreatic cancer - my father made me stay in her hospital room . It was horrible ...
... wanted to feel that way , I really did , but I wasn't so sure . My self felt pretty small most of the time . When I was seven and my mom was near death - pancreatic cancer - my father made me stay in her hospital room . It was horrible ...
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... wanted me to be after my mother died : quiet . Make that two : quiet and obedient . Neither of which came naturally to me . He wanted me in a preppy schoolgirl uniform twenty - four hours a day . I rebelled . I tried on different skins ...
... wanted me to be after my mother died : quiet . Make that two : quiet and obedient . Neither of which came naturally to me . He wanted me in a preppy schoolgirl uniform twenty - four hours a day . I rebelled . I tried on different skins ...
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... wanted me to take care of . I have to admit I found Whitman a little embarrassing at first , a little rhapsodic for my pseudojaded taste ( a recently ac- quired trait , via my boyfriend Rob ) , but I was intrigued . I liked that he said ...
... wanted me to take care of . I have to admit I found Whitman a little embarrassing at first , a little rhapsodic for my pseudojaded taste ( a recently ac- quired trait , via my boyfriend Rob ) , but I was intrigued . I liked that he said ...
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Стр. 256 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you, I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at,fhy ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Стр. 262 - Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.
Стр. 260 - This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger, It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I make appointments with all, I will not have a single person slighted or left away, The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited, The heavy-lipp'd slave is invited, the venerealee is invited; There shall be no difference between them and the rest.
Стр. 268 - My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy...
Стр. 268 - This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded heaven, And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied then? And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.