โ
Day, Ingeborg
๐
Fiction
๐
2015
๐
en-ca
โ 142 KB
โฆ LIBER โฆ
Ghost Waltz: A Memoir
โ Scribed by Sophie Freud Loewenstein
- Book ID
- 109232782
- Publisher
- John Wiley and Sons
- Year
- 1981
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 60 KB
- Volume
- 20
- Category
- Article
- ISSN
- 0014-7370
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
๐ SIMILAR VOLUMES
โ
McBride, Regina
๐
Fiction
๐
Tin House Books
๐
English
โ 271 KB
A searingly beautiful coming-of-age memoir about a girl who begins to see her parents' ghosts after their tragic deaths. An Oprah.com Editor's Pick and a Paris Review Staff Pick Eighteen-year-old Regina McBride is haunted by the ghosts of her parents. Her father visits her--he is desperate, bu
Holy Ghost Girl: A Memoir
โ
Johnson, Donna M
๐
Fiction
๐
2011
๐
Penguin Group USA, Inc.
๐
English
โ 289 KB
Donna Johnson's remarkable story of being raised under the biggest gospel tent in the world, by David Terrell, one of the most famous evangelical ministers of the 1960s and 70s. *Holy Ghost Girl* is a compassionate, humorous exploration of faith, betrayal, and coming of age on the sawdust trail. Sh
โ
Johnson, Donna M
๐
Fiction
๐
2011
๐
Penguin Group USA, Inc.
๐
English
โ 200 KB
Donna Johnson's remarkable story of being raised under the biggest gospel tent in the world, by David Terrell, one of the most famous evangelical ministers of the 1960s and 70s. *Holy Ghost Girl* is a compassionate, humorous exploration of faith, betrayal, and coming of age on the sawdust trail. Sh
Riding with the ghost: a memoir
โ
Justin Taylor
๐
Fiction
๐
2020
๐
Random House Publishing Group
๐
en-US
โ 136 KB
When Taylor was thirty, his father drove to the top of an airport parking garage to take his own life. Thanks to the intervention of family members, he was not successful, but the incident would forever transform how Taylor thinks of his father, and how he thinks of himself as a son. Moving both bac
โ
Hilary Mantel
๐
Fiction
๐
2010;2013
๐
HarperCollins Publishers;Fourth Estate
๐
English
โ 222 KB
๐ 2 views
At no. 58 the top of my head comes to the outermost curve of my great-aunt, Annie Connor. Her shape is like the full moon, her smile is beaming; the outer rim of her is covered by her pinny, woven with tiny flowers. It is soft from washing; her hands are hard and chapped; it is barely ten o'clock an