Twelve-year-old Crispin has lived on the streets since he was nine — with only his wits and his daring to sustain him, and only his silent dog, Harley, to call his friend. He is always on the move, never lingering in any one place long enough to risk being discovered. Still, there are certain places he returns to. In the midst of the tumultuous city, they are havens of solitude: like the hushed environs of St. Mary Salome Cemetery, a place where Crispin can feel at peace — safe, at least for a while, from the fearsome memories that plague him . . .
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez - This saga spans three generations of the Buendia family begins with Jose, who founds a town in the heart of the South American jungle. The family is dominated by his passion for alchemy, but the world is changing, and succeeding generations are caught up in a political and social turmoil. This novel creates its own world, in which there is a Spanish galleon beached in the jungle, a flying carpet, and an iguana in a woman's womb. Read by Patrick Romer.
Added by: Kahena | Karma: 11526.37 | Fiction literature | 22 September 2011
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Bad Luck and Trouble
Now on his own for 10 years, Reacher has an ATM card and the clothes on his back—no phone, no ties, and no address—he's a hard man to find. A loner, comfortable in his anonymity and solitude.
Chance and bad weather led Deborah St. James and the vicar of Winslough to London's National Gallery to view Leonardo da Vinci's study for his Virgin and Child. The vicar's comment that Joseph is missing from the picture strikes a chord with Deborah, whose inability to bear a child has caused her deep grief and widened the growing rift between her and her husband. Comforted by the vicar's words and affected by his description of the solitude and opportunities for contemplation surrounding his northern village, Deborah persuades Simon to take her on a country holiday in Lancashire where she can regain her peace of mind and see the vicar again.
The dark, existential despair of Romanian philosopher Cioran's short meditations is paradoxically bracing and life-affirming. Written in 1934, when he was 22 and desperately insomniac, this feverishly lyrical, at times slyly humorous confessional outpouring reveals Cioran as an angry young man in morally decaying Europe--a far cry from the elegant, curt stylist of his later books. Here Cioran rails at life's irrationality and absurdities; embraces solitude, melancholy and the awareness of death...
