Love, Aubrey
Autor Suzanne Lafleuren Limba Engleză Paperback – 7 ian 2010
Prezentat într-un format Paperback accesibil, Love, Aubrey este un roman emoționant recomandat copiilor cu vârste între 10 și 13 ani, o etapă în care cititorii încep să exploreze teme profunde legate de reziliență și identitate. Suntem de părere că această lucrare reușește să abordeze subiectul dificil al pierderii cu o delicatețe rară, oferind o perspectivă onestă asupra modului în care un copil de unsprezece ani procesează trauma. Povestea începe cu Aubrey singură, încercând să transforme izolarea într-un joc de-a „casa”, însă sub această fațadă se ascunde o durere mută pe care autoarea o dezvăluie treptat.
Putem afirma că forța narativă rezidă în evoluția personajului: de la fetița care se ascunde de lume, la cea care începe să scrie scrisori pentru a-și exprima emoțiile. În familia Love, Ruby Lavender de Deborah Wiles, dar cu o temă actuală și mult mai sobră: procesarea doliului și abandonului prin puterea scrisului și a legăturilor intergeneraționale. Dacă în opera lui Wiles tonul este mai jucăuș, aici Suzanne Lafleur alege o abordare introspectivă, unde prezența bunicii devine ancora salvatoare.
Merită menționat că, spre deosebire de lucrările ulterioare ale autoarei, cum ar fi Eight Keys, unde accentul cade pe descoperirea secretelor de familie, sau Listening for Lucca, care explorează tăcerea și mutismul selectiv, Love, Aubrey se concentrează pe reconstrucția interioară. Ritmul este unul așezat, oferind cititorului spațiul necesar pentru a empatiza cu Aubrey pe măsură ce aceasta învață că, deși a pierdut mult, nu totul este pierdut. Este o lectură despre curajul de a accepta ajutorul și despre cum dragostea poate repara cele mai adânci răni.
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Specificații
ISBN-10: 0141327049
Pagini: 272
Dimensiuni: 128 x 198 x 27 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: Penguin Books
Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom
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Recomandăm această carte părinților care caută o resursă literară pentru a discuta despre pierdere și emoții complexe cu preadolescenții lor. Cititorul va câștiga o înțelegere profundă a empatiei și va vedea cum scrisul poate deveni un instrument terapeutic. Este o poveste luminoasă în ciuda punctului de plecare trist, ideală pentru tinerii care au nevoie de o confirmare a faptului că vindecarea este posibilă prin răbdare și afecțiune.
Despre autor
Suzanne Lafleur este o scriitoare americană apreciată pentru modul sensibil în care abordează experiențele emoționale ale copiilor. Debutul său cu Love, Aubrey a fost primit cu entuziasm de critici, fiind considerată o voce proaspătă și necesară în literatura contemporană pentru tineret. Temele sale recurente, prezente și în volume precum Eight Keys și Listening for Lucca, gravitează în jurul dinamicii familiale, al prieteniei și al depășirii obstacolelor interioare. Stilul său se remarcă prin onestitate și prin capacitatea de a crea personaje cu care tinerii cititori se pot identifica ușor.
Notă biografică
Descriere scurtă
'It was fun at first, playing house. Nothing to think about but TV and cheese. A perfect world.'
She's determined to hide away and take care of herself, because facing the truth is too much to bear.
'I couldn't let anyone know that I was alone. I was staying right here.'
But with the love of her grandmother and the letters she writes, can Aubrey begin to see that even though she's lost everything - all is not lost?
Recenzii
"LeFleur proves she is an author to watch in this debut novel."
From the Hardcover edition.
Extras
It was fun at first, playing house.
I made all my own meals. Crackers and cheese, three times a day.
I watched whatever I wanted on TV, all day.
It'd been a good three days: crackers and cheese for breakfast, TV; crackers and cheese for lunch, TV; crackers and cheese for dinner, TV, bed. Nothing to think about but TV and cheese. A perfect world.
Then I ran out of cheese.
There wasn't anything left in the freezer. The veggie drawer in the fridge had drippy brown lettuce and stinky carrots. A container of milk sat on the shelf. I opened it. It smelled awful, too, so I put the cap back on and shoved it to the back of the fridge.
I checked my room for snacks. I peeked at the lower shelf of my nightstand, where I had set a plate with two chocolate-covered cookies for Jilly, the way Savannah always did. Jilly's cookies used to disappear, but I couldn't seem to get her to come around anymore. Savannah probably ate the cookies herself. I picked one up and bit it, but it was hard stale.
I had to go shopping. I needed a break from TV anyway. I got some money from my sock drawer, taking just two of the twenty-dollar bills left over from my birthday. It was so long ago, my birthday. On the day I turned eleven, I didn't think I would be using the money in Gram's card to buy my own groceries.
Everything was different now.
I didn't want anyone at the store to notice me, so I put on a hat and sunglasses, like a movie star walking around a city.
I put my backpack on and set out for the grocery store. It was nice to be outside for a change. The summer air felt really hot, though, and soon there was sweat under my hat and running down my face behind the glasses. The disguise wasn't as glamorous as it had seemed.
I was excited to pick out anything I wanted at the store. I went to the aisle with the SpaghettiOs and lifted my sunglasses to examine the cans. I wanted the ones with meatballs. Savannah likes the plain ones. No, she liked--Savannah had liked the plain onesߝ
I suddenly felt very sick, there in the canned-goods aisle.
But I needed food. I put five cans of SpaghettiOs with meatballs into my buggy.
Because I wanted to run a healthy household, I figured I needed some vegetables. I got two cans of corn and one of green beans. I picked out a box of Cheerios and a half gallon of milk, a loaf of bread and sliced-turkey-and-ham packages, and a bag of apples. I realized my backpack would feel heavy and figured that that was enough to eat, for a few days anyway.
I paid and made it out of the store without anyone recognizing me. I stopped at a bench and zipped the paper grocery bag into my backpack. I adjusted my hat and sunglasses and started to walk home, but that was when I noticed the pet store next to the grocery.
I wasn't on a schedule or anything. I had time to go inside.
A bell jingled on the door as I opened it. The store had a heavy smell of animals and the sounds of many noisy birds chirping.
There were three puppies in glass cages. I pressed my hand to one of the windows and the baby dog jumped against it.
That would be fun, to have a dog.
I took the wad of leftover money out of my pocket and looked at it. The puppies cost hundreds of dollars each. Even the rest of the money in my birthday card wouldn't have been enough.
In the back of the store were tanks of fish. In front of the tanks were rows of individual little bowls, each with one colorful fish inside. The sign said betta fish $3.99.
On the very end of the row of bowls was a blue fish with purple-edged fins. He was looking right at me and waving one of his fins.
I wiggled my finger back at him, and looked at the money in my hand again.
I carefully carried the bowl to the counter. The lady there saw me coming and slapped a container of food down.
"It's two dollars extra," she said.
"That's fine, ma'am." I watched as she moved my fish into a plastic bag, tied it, and handed it to me.
"What's his name?" she asked.
"Sammy," I said.
I held his bag carefully in my hand the whole way home.
I had everything I needed to run a household: a house, food, and a new family. From now on it would just be me, Aubrey, and Sammy--the two of us, and no one else.
We'd had a fish before, a goldfish. I found her old bowl with blue pebbles under the kitchen sink. I hummed as I rinsed the pebbles without soap to keep Sammy's water suds-free. I made the water a little warm and dumped Sammy into it with his old water. I set him on my dresser.
"Welcome home," I told him.
Footsteps sounded on the porch. I froze and listened. Mail pushed through the slot. The metal flap slammed shut and I jumped. I caught my breath and tiptoed to the door to look at the mail. It was starting to pile up. I hadn't touched it in four days. A lot of it was still addressed to Gordon Priestly. Dad. A kids' magazine came for Savannah. Highlights. I gave the mail a good kick and went back to the kitchen to make a sandwich.
From the Hardcover edition.
Descriere
Aubrey has suffered an unbelievable loss, and goes to live with her grandmother in Vermont in order to heal. There she makes new friends, learns to cope with what has happened, and begins to figure out how to move on.