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There is evidence to suggest when a child loses a parent, the child changes. Real, biologically measurable change, down to the DNA. Why? How does it affect a child's future? Their potential for finding happiness? Can it be overcome? The Space Between, a coming-of-age novel set in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s grapples with this question. Twenty-one-year-old Will Carlisle, a senior in college, feels increasingly broken. For years everything he touches crumbles. Worst of all, he can't make the things work that he cares most about: Relationships with girls and his college studies. Is it fallout,…mehr

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There is evidence to suggest when a child loses a parent, the child changes. Real, biologically measurable change, down to the DNA. Why? How does it affect a child's future? Their potential for finding happiness? Can it be overcome? The Space Between, a coming-of-age novel set in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s grapples with this question. Twenty-one-year-old Will Carlisle, a senior in college, feels increasingly broken. For years everything he touches crumbles. Worst of all, he can't make the things work that he cares most about: Relationships with girls and his college studies. Is it fallout, from losing her? Or is he just crazy? Unstable? Defective, all on his own? He hopes life will improve when he begins dating Ann, a bright, spontaneous girl who sees the best in him. He wants to take things further with her, but how? At the end of a date with Ann, he yearns to tell her what she means to him and take that next dangerous step into a deeper relationship, but anxiety and fear overcome him and he flees her apartment. What happens next may hold the key to reverse his losing streak, if he will let it.
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As a college student, medical student and eventually a physician, I never had ambitions toward writing or publishing outside of trying to get A's on English assignments and producing clear and concise medical records. A journal entry every few years was the closest I ever came to voluntary writing. The one thing I consistently appreciated about a good novel was that an author must own a sort of supernatural clairvoyance that I, as a mere mortal, would never understand and could never even attempt to achieve. After the premature death in 2005 of my high school best friend, something changed. The desire to in some way have a positive influence on my friend's orphaned two year-old child led to the idea for a short memoir of as many of our high school antics as I could remember. In 2007, soon after this project began, the backward look into high school memories produced an epiphany. That epiphany led to ideas for a novel. In 2008, ideas began migrating from mind to paper. In 2018, I completed the short memoir and had the privilege of presenting it to his then fifteen year-old child. In 2020, the novel was finished and is now presented to you. Fifteen years after my best friend's death, I have learned many things about life, perhaps the least of which is this: novel writing has little if anything to do with supernatural clairvoyance and everything to do with vision, drive, persistence, tireless writing and revising, and the unquenchable desire to get the story that has been burning inside my head and heart out of me and into a shareable medium, so that you can see what I've seen, can feel what I've felt, and can perhaps be changed as I have been changed.