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S'està carregant… Hot Seasonde Susan DeFreitas
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Apunta't a LibraryThing per saber si aquest llibre et pot agradar. No hi ha cap discussió a Converses sobre aquesta obra. Hot Season reminded me of all the positive idealism present in the grassroots activists I've met over the years. This hit me on the nostalgia button big time, as I've lived in a fairly progressive/hippie-type college town for the last 10 years and actually met my husband in a housing cooperative. I appreciated all the little details about that similar community in this book. Full disclosure-I grew up with Susan, so I definitely connected with this on a fairly personal level. That being said, I loved this book. The descriptions of the Southwest are incredibly evocative-I've never felt compelled to see more of that country and Susan's story made me yearn for it. Sense ressenyes | afegeix-hi una ressenya
"In the tinder-dry Southwest, three roommates--students at Deep Canyon College, known for its radical politics--are looking for love, adventure, and the promise of a bigger life that led them West. But when the FBI comes to town in pursuit of an alum wanted for "politically motivated crimes of property," rumor has it that undercover agents are enrolled in classes, making the college dating scene just a bit more sketchy than usual. Katie, an incoming freshman, will discover a passion for activism that will put her future in jeopardy; Jenna, in her second semester, will find herself seduced by deception; and Rell, a senior, will discover her voice, her calling, and love where she least expects it." -- No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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Quotes:
On America:
“’The hell with California,’ said an old man in a bolo, slamming his fist into the bar. Half of the room cheered. The other half seemed to suddenly find some point of interest in their cell phones.”
On sex:
“A dry breeze swept in through the windows with the smell of immolated sap, lifting the curtains. They lay there together atop the sheets for a moment under the wind’s caress. Which seemed far more sensual than anything that had just occurred between them.”
On terrorism:
“’Does a sane man blow up a dam? Or set fire to another man’s property?’
Does a sane man serve a corrupt state? she wanted to ask him. Does a sane man destroy lives for a living?” ( )