By Rachel de Queiroz
About the writer (from Goodreads):
Raquel de Queiroz (November 17, 1910 – November four, 2003) was once a Brazilian writer and journalist.
Rachel was once born on terrorist organization 1910 in Fortaleza, capital of the northeastern kingdom of Ceará. in the course of her adolescence, her family members spent a number of years in Rio de Janeiro and Belém ahead of relocating again to Fortaleza.
She started her occupation in journalism in 1927 below the pen identify "Rita de Queiroz". She entered nationwide highlight with the unforeseen luck of her debut novel O Quinze in 1930. She released different 3 novels sooner than relocating to Rio, in 1939. She used to be additionally well known for her cronicas, brief topical newspaper pieces.
In 1964 she grew to become Brazil's consultant to the UN and in 1977 she turned the 1st lady author to go into the Academia Brasileira de Letras. She received the Camões Prize (1993) and the Prêmio Jabuti.
She died of middle assault in her condo in Leblon, Rio de Janeiro on four November 2003, approximately weeks prior to her 93rd birthday.
Sobre o livro:
Rachel de Queiroz se consagrou como um dos grandes nomes na narrativa longa brasileira a partir da publicação do romance O Quinze, em 1930. A antologia de textos curtos A casa do Morro Branco, no entanto, vem provar que a autora também dominava perfeitamente a arte dos contos e crônicas. São 14 histórias na qual a autora expõe todas as características que marcaram obras renomadas como João Miguel, Caminho de pedras, As três Marias e Memorial de Maria Moura: análises literárias da existência humana, em seus aspectos políticos e pessoais. É um relançamento que dá continuidade ao resgate pela Editora José Olympio da obra de Rachel e de outros autores.
“Só conheço o lugar de vista. Como disse, tem um morro; não um grande morro alto, desses que mais parecem montanhas de verdade – e, pensando bem, são realmente montanhas”, escreve a autora na crônica que dá nome ao livro. “O de lá period antes uma colina, ou isso que nós no Nordeste chamamos de ‘alto’, ou ‘cabeço’.
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That made me move. ” I almost flew across the room, intending to pull him bodily away. He stole one last massive gulp, then straightened. By the time I crossed the room, he’d laid Mrs Curtis back in her bed with that remarkable tenderness. He was a good foot taller than me, broad and imposing, but I shoved past him in my haste. He stepped gracefully aside, as if he’d meant to move all along. I bent over Mrs Curtis, checking her monitors and her IV, placing my fingers under her chin. Her pulse was weak, irregular, but still there.
You have a choice to make. Normally this is done by thesanguis who sired you. ” Rachel’s lids drooped shut. Gabriel shook her hard. ” He sounded desperate, even to his own ears. Her eyes fluttered open, but they didn’t focus. ” Gabriel asked. ” Ever since Paul’s death Rachel had been asking herself that question. Up until now the answer had always been the same – no. But that was before she’d met Gabriel. He reminded her that she was indeed alive. She glanced at the St Michael’s medal in her hand.
Page 52 He let me go, watching as intently as I’d come to expect. “Now you look alive,” he murmured with satisfaction. I pivoted to check my reflection, and was shocked at my own appearance. My hair was loose and wild as it had never been, my eyes sparkling, my lips swollen. I looked like a woman who had been thoroughly kissed, and as different from my usual prim self as could be. I would have blamed Micah for that, but when I turned back, he was gone. As surely as if he had never been. My hands were shaking as I scooped up the scattered pins from my hair, and I pulled my hair up so tightly that it made me wince.