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Running barefoot



Description ajoutée par Micheline 2013-10-27T20:50:31+01:00

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Deeply romantic and poignant, Running Barefoot is the story of a small town girl and a Native American boy, the ties that bind them to their homes and families, and the love that gives them wings.

When Josie Jensen, an awkward 13-year-old musical prodigy crashes headlong into new-comer Samuel Yazzie, an 18-year-old Navajo boy full of anger and confusion, an unlikely friendship blooms. Josie teaches Samuel about words, music and friendship, and along the way finds a kindred spirit. Upon graduation, Samuel abandons the sleepy, small town in search of a future and a life, leaving his young mentor behind. Many years go by and Samuel returns, finding his old friend in need of the very things she offered him years before. Their roles reversed, Samuel teaches Josie about life, love, and letting go.

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Extrait ajouté par LelivredeCirce 2016-01-10T10:22:40+01:00

“You read a lot.” It sounded a bit like an accusation, his words clipped and soft.

“Yes.” I didn’t know what to say exactly, but to agree with him.

“Why?”

“I like books. Don’t you read?”

“Yes, I can read!” His soft voice was angry, and his eyes flashed. “You think because I’m Navajo that I’m stupid?”

I stammered in my defense, my cheeks flushing at his perception of my words. “That’s not what I meant! I don’t think that! I just meant don’t you like to read?”

When he didn’t answer and resumed looking out the window, I tried to read again. But my thoughts swam wildly in my head, and I stared blankly at the page. I felt despondent that I had wounded someone who had so recently come to my rescue. I tried again.

“I’m sorry Samuel,” I said awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

He snorted and looked at me, raising one eyebrow. “I’m not a little girl. I don’t get my feelings hurt.” His voice was slightly mocking. He took the book from my hands and began to read from the page.

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever.”

Samuel’s intent had been to prove his reading skill, but he stopped suddenly, embarrassed by the deeply romantic missive from Captain Wentworth to Anne. We both sat unmoving, staring down at the book. I couldn’t help myself. I started to laugh. Samuel scowled for a minute. Then his lips twitched and he seemed to exhale his discomfort.

“How old are you?” he questioned, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“Thirteen,” I replied defensively. I always felt defensive about my age. I didn’t feel thirteen and I didn’t look thirteen, so I hated being thirteen.

Samuel’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Thirteen?” It didn’t sound like a question, but more like a doubtful exclamation. “So, you’re what, in seventh grade?” He said this in the same flat, yet incredulous, voice.

I pushed my glasses up on my nose and sighed. “That’s right.” I took my book out of his hands and prepared to tune him out.

“Isn’t that book a little . . . grown-up for a seventh grader?” he argued. He pulled the book out of my hands again and read on, this time silently. “I don’t understand what most of these words mean. It’s like a different language!”

“That’s why I read with a dictionary . . . although I don’t bring it to school with me. It’s way too heavy.” I looked down at the book again, feeling shy. “In some ways it is a different language. My teacher, Mrs. Grimaldi, says our language is disintegrating.”

Samuel just looked at me, his expression incredulous.

“I’m sure it’s not as different as Navajo is from English, though,” I continued, trying to draw him into further conversation, surprised he was speaking to me at all, especially now that he knew I was just a lowly seventh grader.

“Yeah, Navajo is very different.” Something shuttered over his eyes, and he turned away from me, looking out the window again, ending our brief exchange.

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Commentaire ajouté par nina-nani 2018-08-28T23:21:30+02:00
Argent

Roman classique d'Amy Harmon. Rencontre poétique entre deux personnages charismatiques, complexes, profonds et brisés par la vie, Amour qui se développe petit à petit, intrigue simple, surprenante, addictive et émouvante et Atmosphère calme et fascinante. C'est pour cela que j'aime les roman d'Amy Harmon. Mais, celui ci reste tout de même une petite déception, pour des raisons que je n'arrive pas à mentionner ni à trouver.

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Commentaire ajouté par Ialy 2017-01-19T02:00:01+01:00
PAL

Intense comme toutes les livres de cette auteur mais l'héroïne est tellement indécise que ça m'a ennuyé à force.

Belle histoire d'amour tout de même.

J'ai aimé mais c'était pas un coup de cœur.

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Commentaire ajouté par nanexetilo 2016-04-25T07:59:20+02:00
Diamant

Un livre sublime, encore une fois avec Amy Harmon je ne suis pas déçue. J'ai ressenti un panel d'émotions qui m'ont transportée tout au long du livre.

Josie et Samuel sont tellement attachants, et j'ai adoré voir les rôles s'inverser dans la seconde partie du livre.

Vraiment, si vous lisez l'anglais et si vous aimez les belles histoires d'amour, ce livre est fait pour vous!

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Running barefoot

  • USA : 2013-04-05 (English)

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gadugou l'ajoute dans sa biblio or
2017-04-03T20:34:33+02:00

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Lecteurs 18
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Extraits 1
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Note globale 8.4 / 10

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