Bridge of Clay by Markus Zusak (English) Paperback Book

Description: Bridge of Clay by Markus Zusak The unforgettable, New York Times bestselling family saga from Markus Zusak, the storyteller who gave us the extraordinary bestseller THE BOOK THIEF, lauded by the New York Times as "the kind of book that can be life-changing."NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY • THE WALL STREET JOURNAL "One of those monumental books that can draw you across space and time into another familys experience in the most profound way." —The Washington Post"Mystical and loaded with heart, its another gorgeous tearjerker from a rising master of them." —Entertainment Weekly"Devastating, demanding and deeply moving." —Wall Street Journal The breathtaking story of five brothers who bring each other up in a world run by their own rules. As the Dunbar boys love and fight and learn to reckon with the adult world, they discover the moving secret behind their fathers disappearance.At the center of the Dunbar family is Clay, a boy who will build a bridge—for his family, for his past, for greatness, for his sins, for a miracle.The question is, how far is Clay willing to go? And how much can he overcome? Written in powerfully inventive language and bursting with heart, BRIDGE OF CLAY is signature Zusak. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Markus Zusak is the international bestselling author of six novels, including The Book Thief and most recently, Bridge of Clay. His work is translated into more than forty languages, and has spent more than a decade on the New York Times bestseller list, establishing Zusak as one of the most successful authors to come out of Australia. All of Zusaks books – including earlier titles, The Underdog, Fighting Ruben Wolfe, When Dogs Cry (also titled Getting the Girl), and The Messenger (or I am the Messenger) – have been awarded numerous honors around the world, ranging from literary prizes to readers choice awards to prizes voted on by booksellers. In 2013, The Book Thief was made into a major motion picture, and in 2018 was voted one of Americas all-time favorite books, achieving the 14th position on the PBS Great American Read. Also in 2018, Bridge of Clay was selected as a best book of the year in publications ranging from Entertainment Weekly to the Wall Street Journal. Markus Zusak grew up in Sydney, Australia, and still lives there with his wife and two children. Review "This book is a stunner. Devastating, demanding and deeply moving, Bridge of Clay unspools like a kind of magic act in reverse, with feats of narrative legerdemain concealed by misdirection that all make sense only when the elements of the trick are finally laid out." —Wall Street Journal"Markus Zusak crafts an unforgettable saga." —US Weekly"In a complex narrative that leaps through time and place and across oceans, Zusak paints a vivid portrait of the brothers trying to regain their balance by keeping their familys story alive." —Time"It blew me away." —Jodi Picoult, bestselling author of A Spark of Light and Small Great Things "A captivating book with a mighty, fearless heart, BRIDGE OF CLAY is filled with characters to believe in and care about ... achingly moving, delightfully funny, and thoroughly uplifting." —M. L. Stedman, bestselling author of The Light Between Oceans"If The Book Thief was a novel that allowed Death to steal the show . . . [its] brilliantly illuminated follow-up is affirmatively full of life." —The Guardian "Warm and heartfelt. . . . This is a tale of love, art and redemption; rowdy and joyous, with flashes of wit and insight, and ultimately moving." Times of London"With heft and historical scope, Zusak creates a sensitively rendered tale of loss, grief, and guilts manifestations." —Publishers Weekly, starred review"[A] gorgeously written novel." —Booklist, starred reviewPraise for The Book Thief by Markus Zusak: #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERWINNER OF THE NATIONAL JEWISH BOOK AWARDMORE THAN 16 MILLION COPIES SOLD "Brilliant and hugely ambitious." --The New York Times Book Review"Deserves a place on the shelf with the Diary of Anne Frank . . . Poised to become a classic." --USA Today"Absorbing and searing." --Washington Post"Zusaks novel is a major achievement." –People"Zusak doesnt sugarcoat anything, but he makes his ostensibly gloomy subject bearable the same way Kurt Vonnegut did in Slaughterhouse-Five: with grim, darkly consoling humor." –Time Review Quote "This book is a stunner. Devastating, demanding and deeply moving, Bridge of Clay unspools like a kind of magic act in reverse, with feats of narrative legerdemain concealed by misdirection that all make sense only when the elements of the trick are finally laid out." -- Wall Street Journal "Markus Zusak crafts an unforgettable saga." -- US Weekly "In a complex narrative that leaps through time and place and across oceans, Zusak paints a vivid portrait of the brothers trying to regain their balance by keeping their familys story alive." -- Time "It blew me away." --Jodi Picoult, bestselling author of A Spark of Light and Small Great Things "A captivating book with a mighty, fearless heart, BRIDGE OF CLAY is filled with characters to believe in and care about ... achingly moving, delightfully funny, and thoroughly uplifting." --M. L. Stedman, bestselling author of The Light Between Oceans "If The Book Thief was a novel that allowed Death to steal the show . . . [its] brilliantly illuminated follow-up is affirmatively full of life." -- The Guardian "Warm and heartfelt. . . . This is a tale of love, art and redemption; rowdy and joyous, with flashes of wit and insight, and ultimately moving." Times of London "With heft and historical scope, Zusak creates a sensitively rendered tale of loss, grief, and guilts manifestations." -- Publishers Weekly, starred review "[A] gorgeously written novel." -- Booklist, starred review Praise for The Book Thief by Markus Zusak : #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER WINNER OF THE NATIONAL JEWISH BOOK AWARD MORE THAN 16 MILLION COPIES SOLD "Brilliant and hugely ambitious." --The New York Times Book Review "Deserves a place on the shelf with the Diary of Anne Frank . . . Poised to become a classic." -- USA Today "Absorbing and searing." -- Washington Post "Zusaks novel is a major achievement." - People "Zusak doesnt sugarcoat anything, but he makes his ostensibly gloomy subject bearable the same way Kurt Vonnegut did in Slaughterhouse-Five: with grim, darkly consoling humor." - Time Excerpt from Book portrait of a killer as a middle--aged man If before the beginning (in the writing, at least) was a typewriter, a dog, and a snake, the beginning itself---eleven years previously---was a murderer, a mule, and Clay. Even in beginnings, though, someone needs to go first, and on that day it could only be the Murderer. After all, he was the one who got everything moving forward, and all of us looking back. He did it by arriving. He arrived at six oclock. As it was, it was perfectly fitting, too, another blistering February evening; the day had cooked the concrete, the sun still high, and aching. It was heat to be held and depended on, or, really, that had hold of him. In the history of all murderers everywhere, this was surely the most pathetic: At five--foot--ten, he was average height. At seventy--five kilos, a normal weight. But make no mistake---he was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent--postured, he was broken. He leaned at the air as if waiting for it to finish him off, only it wouldnt, not today, for this, fairly suddenly, didnt feel like a time for murderers to be getting favors. No, today he could sense it. He could smell it. He was immortal. Which pretty much summed things up. Trust the Murderer to be unkillable at the one moment he was better off dead. * * * For the longest time, then, ten minutes at least, he stood at the mouth of Archer Street, relieved to have finally made it, terrified to be there. The street didnt seem much to care; its breeze was close but casual, its smoky scent was touchable. Cars were stubbed out rather than parked, and the power lines drooped from the weight of mute, hot and bothered pigeons. Around it, a city climbed and called: Welcome back, Murderer. The voice so warm, beside him. Youre in a bit of strife here, Id say. ... In fact, a bit of strife doesnt even come close---youre in desperate trouble. And he knew it. And soon the heat came nearer. Archer Street began rising to the task now, almost rubbing its hands together, and the Murderer fairly caught alight. He could feel it escalating, somewhere inside his jacket, and with it came the questions: Could he walk on and finish the beginning? Could he really see it through? For a last moment he took the luxury---the thrill of stillness---then swallowed, massaged his crown of thorny hair, and with grim decision, made his way up to number eighteen. A man in a burning suit. Of course, he was walking that day at five brothers. Us Dunbar boys. From oldest to youngest: Me, Rory, Henry, Clayton, Thomas. We would never be the same. To be fair, though, neither would he---and to give you at least a small taste of what the Murderer was entering into, I should tell you what we were like: Many considered us tearaways. Barbarians. Mostly they were right: Our mother was dead. Our father had fled. We swore like bastards, fought like contenders, and punished each other at pool, at table tennis (always on third-- or fourth--hand tables, and often set up on the lumpy grass of the backyard), at Monopoly, darts, football, cards, at everything we could get our hands on. We had a piano no one played. Our TV was serving a life sentence. The couch was in for twenty. Sometimes when our phone rang, one of us would walk out, jog along the porch and go next do∨ it was just old Mrs. Chilman---shed bought a new bottle of tomato sauce and couldnt get the wretched thing open. Then, whoever it was would come back in and let the front door slam, and life went on again. Yes, for the five of us, life always went on: It was something we beat into and out of each other, especially when things went completely right, or completely wrong. That was when wed get out onto Archer Street in evening--afternoon. Wed walk at the city. The towers, the streets. The worried--looking trees. Wed take in the loudmouthed conversations hurled from pubs, houses, and unit blocks, so certain this was our place. We half expected to collect it all up and carry it home, tucked under our arms. It didnt matter that wed wake up the next day to find it gone again, on the loose, all buildings and bright light. Oh---and one more thing. Possibly most important. In amongst a small roster of dysfunctional pets, we were the only people we knew of, in the end, to be in possession of a mule. And what a mule he was. The animal in question was named Achilles, and there was a backstory longer than a country mile as to how he ended up in our suburban backyard in one of the racing quarters of the city. On one hand it involved the abandoned stables and practice track behind our house, an outdated council bylaw, and a sad old fat man with bad spelling. On the other it was our dead mother, our fled father, and the youngest, Tommy Dunbar. At the time, not everyone in the house was even consulted; the mules arrival was controversial. After at least one heated argument, with Rory--- ("Oi, Tommy, whats goin on ere?" "What?" "What--a--y mean what, are you shitting me? Theres a donkey in the backyard!" "Hes not a donkey, hes a mule." "Whats the difference?" "A donkeys a donkey, a mules a cross between---" "I dont care if its a quarter horse crossed with a Shetland bloody pony! Whats it doin under the clothesline?" "Hes eating the grass." "I can see that!") ---we somehow managed to keep him. Or more to the point, the mule stayed. As was the case with the majority of Tommys pets, too, there were a few problems when it came to Achilles. Most notably, the mule had ambitions; with the rear fly screen dead and gone, he was known to walk into the house when the back door was ajar, let alone left fully open. It happened at least once a week, and at least once a week I blew a gasket. It sounded something like this: "Je--sus Christ !" As a blasphemer I was pretty rampant in those days, well known for splitting the Jesus and emphasizing the Christ. "If Ive told you bastards once, Ive told you a hun dred Goddamn times! Shut the back door!" And so on. Which brings us once more to the Murderer, and how could he have possibly known? Details ISBN0375845607 Author Markus Zusak Pages 560 Language English Year 2019 ISBN-10 0375845607 ISBN-13 9780375845604 Format Paperback Imprint Knopf Books for Young Readers Audience Age 14 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2019-10-08 NZ Release Date 2019-10-08 US Release Date 2019-10-08 UK Release Date 2019-10-08 Place of Publication New York Publisher Random House USA Inc Publication Date 2019-10-08 Replaces 9781984830166 DEWEY FIC Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:141692283;

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