The Flight of the Falcon
by Daphne du Maurier | Biographies & Memoirs | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: Global Overview for this book
ISBN: Global Overview for this book
Registered by elizardbreath of Bella Vista, Arkansas USA on 4/19/2007
This Book is Currently in the Wild!
2 journalers for this copy...
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Journal Entry 2 by elizardbreath at Controlled Release in Controlled Release, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases on Thursday, April 19, 2007
Released 17 yrs ago (4/19/2007 UTC) at Controlled Release in Controlled Release, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases
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This book was part of my Grandma Betty Piper's collection, (Heppner, Oregon, USA). She passed away when I was 7 and gave her books to my mom. My mom recently cleaned out her collection and gave this to me.
Sending to emtmeghan who will release it in Nassau, Bahamas!!!
This book was part of my Grandma Betty Piper's collection, (Heppner, Oregon, USA). She passed away when I was 7 and gave her books to my mom. My mom recently cleaned out her collection and gave this to me.
Sending to emtmeghan who will release it in Nassau, Bahamas!!!
Journal Entry 3 by emtmeghan from not specified, not specified not specified on Saturday, April 21, 2007
I got this book from elizardbreath so that I can release it in Nassau when I get down there next week. I'm putting it with the rest of my stuff to pack.
From the Bookcover
I went across the street and bent over the sleeping woman. The furtive odour of stale wine, worn clothes, rose to my nostrils...Suddenly she stirred. She lifted her head. The features were aquiline and proud, the eyes, once large, were now sunken, and the straggling grey hair fell in strands to her shoulders. She must have traveled from some distance, for she had two baskets beside her containing bread and wine, and yet a further woolen shawl. Once again I was seized with that sense of recognition, that link with the past which could not be explained. Even the hand that, warm despite the cold air, held on to mine in gratitude awakened an involuntary, reluctant response. She stared at me. Her lips moved.
I turned, I think I ran.
From the Bookcover
I went across the street and bent over the sleeping woman. The furtive odour of stale wine, worn clothes, rose to my nostrils...Suddenly she stirred. She lifted her head. The features were aquiline and proud, the eyes, once large, were now sunken, and the straggling grey hair fell in strands to her shoulders. She must have traveled from some distance, for she had two baskets beside her containing bread and wine, and yet a further woolen shawl. Once again I was seized with that sense of recognition, that link with the past which could not be explained. Even the hand that, warm despite the cold air, held on to mine in gratitude awakened an involuntary, reluctant response. She stared at me. Her lips moved.
I turned, I think I ran.
Journal Entry 4 by emtmeghan at Cruise Ship Docks in Nassau, New Providence Bahamas on Saturday, April 28, 2007
Released 17 yrs ago (4/28/2007 UTC) at Cruise Ship Docks in Nassau, New Providence Bahamas
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Left it in a bank of Phone Booths.
Left it in a bank of Phone Booths.