by Marilynne Robinson
In 1956, towards the end of Reverend John Ames life, he begins a letter to his young son: ‘I told you last night that I might be gone sometime … you reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother’s. It’s a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern. I’m always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I’ve suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.’
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Condition: Good
Publisher: Virago
Publication Date: 2006
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 9781844081486
by Marilynne Robinson
In 1956, towards the end of Reverend John Ames life, he begins a letter to his young son: ‘I told you last night that I might be gone sometime … you reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother’s. It’s a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern. I’m always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I’ve suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.’
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Condition: Good
Publisher: Virago
Publication Date: 2006
Format: Paperback
ISBN: 9781844081486
