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Condición: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Seiten: 296 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | We moved to the farmhouse, spent the rest of the summer camping on a mattress in the front parlor. For water we hauled plastic jugs filled at the spigot by the barn. I fixed broken windows and mowed the crabgrass. The old house didn't really deserve much more, just the basics, keeping the rain out and removing obvious tripping hazards. It had never had a proper indoor bathroom, just a noxious two-seater outhouse in a shed past the kitchen door. It was the primitive life, not much better than sleeping under a bridge overpass. But we were young, we were passionate, we made love whenever we wanted. The stoic rustication seemed to intensify the fantasy of freedom and romance.…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Pulling into the hospital's handicap lot on Massachusetts Ave, I'm already having a Groundhog Day moment. Today is my third day of radiation. Halfway through my first week, it already feels very, very old. I've driven forty miles to get here. I feel exhausted, pummeled, prehistoric. This morning, while defogging the bathroom mirror, I could barely recognize the ancient fossil peering back at me. Help me, the old codger seemed to be pleading.'Philip Austin guides readers on a journey through the physical, emotional, and spiritual landscape of cancer treatment in America. Send A Boy To The Riverbank is healing medicine for anyone coping with the burden of a recently diagnosed healthcare crisis.Dr. Pam Jarboe. …

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Hannah pauses at the stairs.Be very careful, she says, with the confident authority of an explorer who has made the journey many times before. I watch where she places her feet, only on the outside six inches of the stringers, where the balusters used to be. Toward the middle, the treads are charred, some are even split in two. Below us, the black murk of the basement. A tumble might mean severe injury, even death. I carefully follow, to the landing at the top of the stairs. We take a few steps forward, suddenly find ourselves standing in the middle of Hannah's once-bedroom.I am amazed by her courage to revisit this place, even if it is hallowed ground. In here, where the devastation was most extreme, the flames the hottest, the smoke the thickest. In here, two young girls died in the scantest of moments, less time than it takes to walk to the corner and back.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Pulling into the hospital's handicap lot on Massachusetts Ave, I'm already having a Groundhog Day moment. Today is my third day of radiation. Halfway through my first week, it already feels very, very old. I've driven forty miles to get here. I feel exhausted, pummeled, prehistoric. This morning, while defogging the bathroom mirror, I could barely recognize the ancient fossil peering back at me. Help me, the old codger seemed to be pleading. 'Philip Austin guides readers on a journey through the physical, emotional, and spiritual landscape of cancer treatment in America. Send A Boy To The Riverbank is healing medicine for anyone coping with the burden of a recently diagnosed healthcare crisis.- -Dr. Pam Jarboe- This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. …

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Hannah pauses at the stairs.Be very careful, she says, with the confident authority of an explorer who has made the journey many times before. I watch where she places her feet, only on the outside six inches of the stringers, where the balusters used to be. Toward the middle, the treads are charred, some are even split in two. Below us, the black murk of the basement. A tumble might mean severe injury, even death. I carefully follow, to the landing at the top of the stairs. We take a few steps forward, suddenly find ourselves standing in the middle of Hannah's once-bedroom. I am amazed by her courage to revisit this place, even if it is hallowed ground. In here, where the devastation was most extreme, the flames the hottest, the smoke the thickest. In here, two young girls died in the scantest of moments, less time than it takes to walk to the corner and back. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. …

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - We moved to the farmhouse, spent the rest of the summer camping on a mattress in the front parlor. For water we hauled plastic jugs filled at the spigot by the barn. I fixed broken windows and mowed the crabgrass. The old house didn't really deserve much more, just the basics, keeping the rain out and removing obvious tripping hazards. It had never had a proper indoor bathroom, just a noxious two-seater outhouse in a shed past the kitchen door. It was the primitive life, not much better than sleeping under a bridge overpass. But we were young, we were passionate, we made love whenever we wanted. The stoic rustication seemed to intensify the fantasy of freedom and romance.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. We moved to the farmhouse, spent the rest of the summer camping on a mattress in the front parlor. For water we hauled plastic jugs filled at the spigot by the barn. I fixed broken windows and mowed the crabgrass. The old house didn't really deserve much more, just the basics, keeping the rain out and removing obvious tripping hazards. It had never had a proper indoor bathroom, just a noxious two-seater outhouse in a shed past the kitchen door. It was the primitive life, not much better than sleeping under a bridge overpass. But we were young, we were passionate, we made love whenever we wanted. The stoic rustication seemed to intensify the fantasy of freedom and romance. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. …

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. "See that house? The one with the tower? That's the Crowningshield place."Ana peered closely. They were downstairs, in the front room occupying one corner of the museum. It might have once been a kitchen. Before them lay a sprawling, intricately painted, glassed-in diorama. It stretched nearly from wall to wall, with just enough space on either end for a viewer to squeeze by."This is the town as it was in the 1880s," Violet explained. "The Crowningshield estate was brand new. Of course, back then, it was still called Butler's Point. The Butler family had always lived there. They built a lovely hotel, which sadly burned down, and before that, the first excursion boats to the island landed at Butler docks. They ran the first stagecoach tavern. When Judge Butler died, in 1909, the family sold the entire Point to Charles Crowningshield. He did a lot of fix-up on that old place. Queen Anne Victorians, you see, were no longer in vogue."Ana stared down at the tiny, intricately constructed world. Tiny houses, tiny sailboats and tiny paddle steamers, a tiny locomotive, cotton smoke streaming from its tiny smokestack, huffing its way down a tiny grade into the village. A tiny, horse-drawn dray, its tiny driver urging two tiny horses down a tiny country lane, delivering tiny goods to a tiny market. Everything was in perfect proportion; late nineteenth century America in miniature."Incredible," Ana whispered. "Such detail." This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. …

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - 'See that house The one with the tower That's the Crowningshield place.'Ana peered closely. They were downstairs, in the front room occupying one corner of the museum. It might have once been a kitchen. Before them lay a sprawling, intricately painted, glassed-in diorama. It stretched nearly from wall to wall, with just enough space on either end for a viewer to squeeze by.'This is the town as it was in the 1880s,' Violet explained. 'The Crowningshield estate was brand new. Of course, back then, it was still called Butler's Point. The Butler family had always lived there. They built a lovely hotel, which sadly burned down, and before that, the first excursion boats to the island landed at Butler docks. They ran the first stagecoach tavern. When Judge Butler died, in 1909, the family sold the entire Point to Charles Crowningshield. He did a lot of fix-up on that old place. Queen Anne Victorians, you see, were no longer in vogue.'Ana stared down at the tiny, intricately constructed world. Tiny houses, tiny sailboats and tiny paddle steamers, a tiny locomotive, cotton smoke streaming from its tiny smokestack, huffing its way down a tiny grade into the village. A tiny, horse-drawn dray, its tiny driver urging two tiny horses down a tiny country lane, delivering tiny goods to a tiny market. Everything was in perfect proportion; late nineteenth century America in miniature.'Incredible,' Ana whispered. 'Such detail.'. …

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Send A Boy To The River Bank | Philip Austin | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2025 | Crowsongs Publishing | EAN 9798230752158 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Our Last Perfect Day | Philip Austin | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2025 | Crowsongs Publishing | EAN 9798231225378 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. How Boys Learn | Philip Austin | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2025 | Crowsongs Publishing | EAN 9798230599241 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.