Rikki, Nag and Baloo
Books were my comfort on sick days or during childhood pneumonia and a refuge from my father's absences, I resembled the girl in Jane Eyre who hid behind a curtain to lose herself in stories, hardly aware the afternoon was waning until it was too dark to read.
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| Veröffentlicht in: | America 2016, Vol.215 (2), p.40 |
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| Format: | Review |
| Sprache: | eng |
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| Zusammenfassung: | Books were my comfort on sick days or during childhood pneumonia and a refuge from my father's absences, I resembled the girl in Jane Eyre who hid behind a curtain to lose herself in stories, hardly aware the afternoon was waning until it was too dark to read. |
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| ISSN: | 0002-7049 1943-3697 |