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The Tea Rose

In this historical fiction, the protagonist navigates a complex web of relationships and intrigue amidst the bustling tea markets of the 19th century. The story delves into the passions and deceptions that define human nature, all while capturing the vibrant atmosphere of a bygone era. more

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Jennifer Donnelly
Jennifer Donnelly

Jennifer Donnelly is an American author known for her historical novels and young adult literature. Her works are renowned for their rich historical background and profound emotional descriptions, which have won her a wide following among readers. more

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“Come on, Princess," he called to the bench, and Carlotta bounced up. She was wide like the rest of them, but no man could fairly say she was too wide. The most that could be said was that she did not have much further to go before she would have to start squeezing it in and strapping it up, which she clearly did not do now. She let it hang where it was, and it did very nicely by itself. As she passed among the boys they looked her over with unconcealed envy, as though they knew she had something they didn't have but were not quite sure what it was. One thing was certain, she got more exercise than they did. The next to be noticed were her braids, they hung forward over her terrain, ignoring as much as possible her contours, like two shiny black meridianal lines demarking her longitudes as far down as the equator. It was not hard to imagine oneself spending a long lifetime on that bare little island alone, with no plan or ambition, too overcome with the heat to continue on south to the pole, far less return to the continents. Nothing productive could ever be accomplished there, but there would be comfort such as few men have known, there would be torpor. The body swelled with such thoughts, the mind shrank from them, and the longing eyes traveled finally up north, to where those meridians came together at a point above a bland white area vaguely charted, with few landmarks, no doubt sparsely inhabited. There the imagination halted.”

“Kos had different tastes. He was on the lookout for that Midwestern housewife attending a conference with her husband. There was usually at least one in the hotel bar. She was always seated in a corner drinking a cocktail and pretending to read a novel while her husband was off doing manly things. Kos knew something Mason didn't—stewardesses partied in every port, but housewives were still waiting for the party.”

“Seanabhean is ea mise anois go bhfuil cos léi insan uaigh is an chos eile ar a bruach. Is mó bogradh is cruatan curtha agam díom ón gcéad lá do saolaíodh me go dtí an lá atá inniu ann. Dá mbeadh ’fhios agam go mbeadh a leath, ná a thrian, i ndán dom ní bheadh mo chroí ná m’intinn chomh haerach ná chomh misníúil is do bhí i dtosach mo shaoil.”

“... and Brian Dooher is down injured. And while he is, I'll tell ye a little story. I was in Times Square in New York last week, and I was missing the Championship back home. So I approached a newsstand and I said 'I suppose you wouldn't have the Kerryman would you?' To which the Egyptian man behind the counter replied 'do you want the North Kerry edition or the South Kerry edition?'. He had both, so I bought both. And Dooher is back on his feet...”

“Durante los dos últimos siglos, y especialmente en el presente, se ha creado el gran mito de que al-Ándalus en la época medieval era un paraíso de tolerancia y multiculturalismo, una visión que resulta anacrónica y falsa. A lo lardo de su historia, cada ves hubo menos tolerancia en al-Ándalus, hasta que, a finales del siglo XII, la población cristiana o había huido, o había sido deportado a África, o había sido masacrada. Al-Ándalus, de hecho, llegó a ser menos tolerante que el Medio Oriente árabe tanto con los judíos como con los cristianos.”