Linger / Maggie Stiefvater
By: Stiefvater, Maggie
.
Publisher: New York: Scholastic Inc., 2014Edition: 1a. ed.Description: 375 p.; 20 cm.ISBN: 9780545682794.Subject(s): NOVELA DE FANTASIA | READING BOOK | CIENCIA-FICCIÓN -- NOVELA | NOVELA ESTADOUNIDENSE | LOBOS -- NOVELA | NOVELA -- CIENCIA-FICCIÓNDDC classification: 808.838766 Summary: This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf and a girl who was becoming one. Just a few months ago, it was Sam who was the mythical creature. His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most. He had the body that was a mystery, too strange and wonderful and terrifying to comprehend. But now it is spring. With the heat, the remaining wolves will son be falling out of their wolf pelts and back into their human bodies. Sam stays Sam, and Cole stays Cole, and it’s only me who’s not firmly in my own skin. Last year, this was what I wanted. I had a lot of reasons to long to be part of the wolf pack that lives in the woods behind my house. But now, instead of me watching the wolves, waiting for one of them to come to me, they are the ones watching me, waiting for me to come to them. Their eyes, human eyes in wolf skulls, remind me of water: the clear blue of wáter reflecting the spring sky, the brown of a brook churning with rainfall, the Green of tke lake in summer as the algae begins to bloom, the gray of a snow-choked river. It used to be only Sam’s yellow eyes that watched me from between the rain-soaked birches, but now, I feel the weight of the entire pack’s gaze. The weight of things known, things unsaid. The wolves in the woods are strangers now that I know the secret of the pack. Beautiful, alluring-but strangers nonetheless. An unknown human past hides behind each pair of eyes;Sam is the only one I ever truly knew, and I have him beside me now. I want this, my hand in Sam’s hand and his cheek resting against my neck. But my body betrays me. Now I am the unknown, the unknowable. This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye.
| Item type | Current location | Call number | Copy number | Status | Date due | Barcode | Item holds |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
Libros
|
Biblioteca Central SM Col. en otros idiomas | 808.838766 ST855 (Browse shelf) | Ej. 1 | Available | 43658 | ||
|
Libros
|
Biblioteca Central SM Col. en otros idiomas | 808.838766 ST855 (Browse shelf) | Ej. 2 | Available | 43659 | ||
|
Libros
|
Biblioteca Central SM Col. en otros idiomas | 808.838766 ST855 (Browse shelf) | Ej. 3 | Available | 43660 |
Browsing Biblioteca Central SM Shelves , Shelving location: Col. en otros idiomas Close shelf browser
| 808.838766 SM642 Crown duel / | 808.838766 SM642 Crown duel / | 808.838766 ST855 Linger / | 808.838766 ST855 Linger / | 808.838766 ST855 Linger / | 808.838766 ST855 Forever / | 808.838766 ST855 Forever / |
This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf and a girl who was becoming one. Just a few months ago, it was Sam who was the mythical creature. His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most. He had the body that was a mystery, too strange and wonderful and terrifying to comprehend. But now it is spring. With the heat, the remaining wolves will son be falling out of their wolf pelts and back into their human bodies. Sam stays Sam, and Cole stays Cole, and it’s only me who’s not firmly in my own skin. Last year, this was what I wanted. I had a lot of reasons to long to be part of the wolf pack that lives in the woods behind my house. But now, instead of me watching the wolves, waiting for one of them to come to me, they are the ones watching me, waiting for me to come to them. Their eyes, human eyes in wolf skulls, remind me of water: the clear blue of wáter reflecting the spring sky, the brown of a brook churning with rainfall, the Green of tke lake in summer as the algae begins to bloom, the gray of a snow-choked river. It used to be only Sam’s yellow eyes that watched me from between the rain-soaked birches, but now, I feel the weight of the entire pack’s gaze. The weight of things known, things unsaid. The wolves in the woods are strangers now that I know the secret of the pack. Beautiful, alluring-but strangers nonetheless. An unknown human past hides behind each pair of eyes;Sam is the only one I ever truly knew, and I have him beside me now. I want this, my hand in Sam’s hand and his cheek resting against my neck. But my body betrays me. Now I am the unknown, the unknowable. This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye.
Click on an image to view it in the image viewer
There are no comments for this item.