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In the Shadow of Blackbirds

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In 1918, the world seems on the verge of apocalypse. Americans roam the streets in gauze masks to ward off the deadly Spanish influenza, and the government ships young men to the front lines of a brutal war, creating an atmosphere of fear and confusion. Sixteen-year-old Mary Shelley Black watches as desperate mourners flock to sTances and spirit photographers for comfort, but she herself has never believed in ghosts. During her bleakest moment, however, sheÆs forced to rethink her entire way of looking at life and death, for her first loveùa boy who died in battleùreturns in spirit form. But what does he want from her? Featuring haunting archival early-twentieth-century photographs, this is a tense, romantic story set in a past that is eerily like our own time.

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In the Shadow of Blackbirds, Cat Winters

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Rok wydania
2013
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Tytuł
In the Shadow of Blackbirds
Język
angielski
Rok wydania
2013
Oprawa
twarda
Liczba stron
387
ISBN10
141970530X
ISBN13
9781419705304
Seria
Pierwsze wydanie
2013
Oryginalna nazwa
In the Shadow of Blackbirds
Ocena
3,85 z 5
Opis
In 1918, the world seems on the verge of apocalypse. Americans roam the streets in gauze masks to ward off the deadly Spanish influenza, and the government ships young men to the front lines of a brutal war, creating an atmosphere of fear and confusion. Sixteen-year-old Mary Shelley Black watches as desperate mourners flock to sTances and spirit photographers for comfort, but she herself has never believed in ghosts. During her bleakest moment, however, sheÆs forced to rethink her entire way of looking at life and death, for her first loveùa boy who died in battleùreturns in spirit form. But what does he want from her? Featuring haunting archival early-twentieth-century photographs, this is a tense, romantic story set in a past that is eerily like our own time.