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Alzi la mano chi non ha letto Tiger Lily!
Ecco, senza cattiveria: se non volete spoiler sul finale, non leggete questo post. Altrimenti, li fate a vostro rischio e pericolo. Da parte mia ho fatto il possibile per avvisarvi, quindi non venite a lamentarvi poi…!
Fatte le dovute premesse, mi limiterò a dirvi che sì, sono ancora in bookhangover per questo libro e no, non intendo farmelo passare presto. Probabilmente lo rileggerò presto, perché ho nostalgia delle atmosfere nostalgiche dell’Isola che non c’è e dei silenzi di Tiger Lily, un personaggio in cui è facile ritrovarsi ma che è difficilissimo eguagliare. Davvero un libro meraviglioso, non mi stancherò mai di ripeterlo.

Did you know I always thought you were braver than me? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so afraid? It wasn’t that I only loved some of you. But I wondered if you could ever love more than some of me.
I knew I’d miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all. I know young people look at me and think my youth seems so far away, but it’s all around me, and you’re all around me. Tiger Lily, do you think magic exists if it can be explained? I can explain why I loved you, I can explain the theory of evolution that tells me why mermaids live in Neverland and nowhere else. But it still feels magic.
The lost boys all stood at our wedding. Does it seem odd to you that they could have stood at a wedding that wasn’t yours and mine? It does to me. and I’m sorry for it, and for a lot, and I also wouldn’t change it.
It is so quiet here. Even with all the trains and the streets and the people. It’s nothing like the jungle. The boys have grown. Everything has grown. Do you think you will ever grow? I hope not. I like to think that even if I change and fade away, some other people won’t.
I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me – of all the particles that will spread everywhere – will float all the way to Neverland, and be part of a flower or something like that, like that poet said, the one that your Tik Tok loved. I like to think that nothing’s final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don’t, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I’ll see you sometime again, even if it’s not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I wouldn’t be surprised if that is the way things go after all – that all things end happy. Even for you and Tik Tok. and for you and me.

Always,
Your Peter

P.S. Please give my love to Tink. She was always such a funny little bug.

Before Peter Pan belonged to Wendy, he belonged to the girl with the crow feather in her hair. . . .
Fifteen-year-old Tiger Lily doesn’t believe in love stories or happy endings. Then she meets the alluring teenage Peter Pan in the forbidden woods of Neverland and immediately falls under his spell.
Peter is unlike anyone she’s ever known. Impetuous and brave, he both scares and enthralls her. As the leader of the Lost Boys, the most fearsome of Neverland’s inhabitants, Peter is an unthinkable match for Tiger Lily. Soon, she is risking everything—her family, her future—to be with him. When she is faced with marriage to a terrible man in her own tribe, she must choose between the life she’s always known and running away to an uncertain future with Peter.
With enemies threatening to tear them apart, the lovers seem doomed. But it’s the arrival of Wendy Darling, an English girl who’s everything Tiger Lily is not, that leads Tiger Lily to discover that the most dangerous enemies can live inside even the most loyal and loving heart.
From the New York Times bestselling author of Peaches comes a magical and bewitching story of the romance between a fearless heroine and the boy who wouldn’t grow up.

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Recensione: “Tiger Lily”, Jodi Lynn Anderson.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may just be words on a page, because we’re only what we’ve done and what we’re going to do. I know I’m only a faerie, a tiny speck in the world, but then I look at the things I’ve seen and done, and I become a long scrawly line of something important.

Titolo: Tiger Lily
Titolo originale: Tiger Lily
Autore: Jodi Lynn Anderson
Editore: HarperCollins Children’s Books
Pagine: 292
Anno: 2012

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Before Peter Pan belonged to Wendy, he belonged to the girl with the crow feather in her hair.
Fifteen-year-old Tiger Lily doesn’t believe in love stories or happy endings. Then she meets the alluring teenage Peter Pan in the forbidden woods of Neverland and immediately falls under his spell.
Peter is unlike anyone she’s ever known. Impetuous and brave, he both scares and enthralls her. As the leader of the Lost Boys, the most fearsome of Neverland’s inhabitants, Peter is an unthinkable match for Tiger Lily. Soon, she is risking everything—her family, her future—to be with him. When she is faced with marriage to a terrible man in her own tribe, she must choose between the life she’s always known and running away to an uncertain future with Peter. With enemies threatening to tear them apart, the lovers seem doomed. But it’s the arrival of Wendy Darling, an English girl who’s everything Tiger Lily is not, that leads Tiger Lily to discover that the most dangerous enemies can live inside even the most loyal and loving heart.
From the New York Times bestselling author of Peaches comes a magical and bewitching story of the romance between a fearless heroine and the boy who wouldn’t grow up.

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#31 Teaser Tue— Thursday!

Ok, lo ammetto: mi sono fatta un po’ prendere la mano. Tiger Lily è un libro difficile da posare sul comodino, anche quando si è a meno di ventiquattro ore da un esame o si hanno altri libri da leggere. Quindi è di nuovo dalle pagine di Jodi Lynn Anderson che è tratto il teaser di oggi, e sempre sia resa giusta lode al GDL della Let’s read in English Challenge – ideata da Veronica, di She was in wonderland.

The leaves cut at her face. Her breath came in gasps. Even in her mad rush, she leaped the rocks without missing a step. She was at the bottom of the rise when she saw the smoke. I didn’t fly ahead of her. I stuck to her shoulder, and in her state she never knew I was there.
The trunks were in the front yard, burning. The house had been torn apart, even the walls knocked down. The Englander was gone. Tiger Lily searched the ground for the path they’d taken, and her eyes followed footprints to the cliff’s edge, and a shudder ran through her.
She knew what lay below. Pirates.
Tiger Lily sank onto the rocky ledge. The ocean was at high tide and crashed right against the rocks. It had washed away whatever the pirates had thrown onto the shore. She stood. She followed their tracks. A cooler head would have remembered the truce.
Pirates were fierce adversaries, but they weren’t stealthy ones. With little effort, and within half a mile, we were close enough that I could hear them up ahead. One man, balding and slow, straggled behind the others. He was muttering to himself compulsively.
Tiger Lily had her arm around his neck before he knew she was behind him, and had him against a tree. Her knife was at his throat, and she moved to slice, but first she looked in his eyes, to let him know of his death. And she paused. He was crying. By the redness of his eyes and face, she could tell he’d been crying for some time. She watched the tears in wonder. He didn’t say a word. No one turned to come back for him—or even paused on their way, not noticing he was gone. Hovering behind her, I could see where Tiger Lily’s pulse throbbed. The tears ran over the knuckles of the hand that held his neck.
And she couldn’t make her hand move to kill him. She let go. He fell back against the tree, and down onto his hands and knees, then recovered himself and looked up at her. He turned and lunged into the woods, and she let him go. She staggered the other way, back toward the stone house.
She wasn’t herself. She left such easy footprints in the mud. She didn’t look behind her, keep her mind on her peripheral vision like all Sky Eaters were taught to do. She stumbled through the woods, and she didn’t hear him behind her until he had his arm around her waist. She bucked. They slammed against a tree. She kicked and kicked. But it was too late.
Peter Pan dragged her into the bushes.


Calendario

Tappa #1 ▸ LUN 12 a GIO 15 ›› Prologo – Cap 9
Tappa #2 ▸ VEN 16 a LUN 19 ›› Cap 10 – Cap 21
Tappa #3 ▸ MAR 20 a GIO 22 ›› Cap 22 – Cap 33
Tappa #4 ▸ VEN 23 a LUN 26 ›› Cap 34 – Fine



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#30 Teaser Tuesday

Quest’anno, tanto per rendermi la vita semplice, ho deciso di aderire ad un sacco di iniziative – tra queste, la Let’s read in English Challenge, ideata l’anno scorso da Veronica di She was in Wonderland. Più che una vera e propria challenge, questa carinissima iniziativa vuole essere un incentivo alla lettura in lingua, che si articola in letture di gruppo, discussioni, confronti e sane chiacchiere nella cornice di un gruppo Facebook a cui potete iscrivervi, se interessati. Cosa c’entra tutto questo con il teaser di oggi? Facile facile!
La citazione di oggi arriva dritta dritta dalle primissime pagine del primo libro scelto dal gruppo di lettura, Tiger Lily di Jodi Lynn Anderson. In fondo al post trovate il calendario relativo a questo primissimo appuntamento.

These days, there is no new world. The maps have long since settled and stayed put. People know the shapes of Africa, Asia, and South America. And they know which beasts were mythical and which weren’t. Manatees are real, mermaids aren’t. Rhinoceroses exist and sea monsters don’t. There are no more sea serpents guarding deadly whirlpools. There are pirates, yes, but there is nothing romantic about them. The rest is all stories, and stories have been put in their place.
Now, the outsiders keep their eyes on their own shores, and we keep our eyes on ours. Too far off route, we’ve been overlooked, and most of us don’t think about the world outside. Only she and I are different. Every month or so she comes here and stares toward the ocean, and all the village children whisper about her, even her own. It has become such a ritual.
And when she surfaces from her dream, she calls me by my old name, though no one uses it anymore. And she turns to me, her eyelashes fluttering in the glare that surrounds me, and whispers to me in one short syllable.
Tink.

 


Tappa #1 ▸ LUN 12 a GIO 15 ›› Prologo – Cap 9
Tappa #2 ▸ VEN 16 a LUN 19 ›› Cap 10 – Cap 21
Tappa #3 ▸ MAR 20 a GIO 22 ›› Cap 22 – Cap 33
Tappa #4 ▸ VEN 23 a LUN 26 ›› Cap 34 – Fine