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The Dollmaker [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Arnow, Harriette
  • Author:  Arnow, Harriette
  • ISBN-10:  1439154430
  • ISBN-10:  1439154430
  • ISBN-13:  9781439154434
  • ISBN-13:  9781439154434
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Pages:  688
  • Pages:  688
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2009
  • Pub Date:  01-Sep-2009
  • SKU:  1439154430-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1439154430-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100275460
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The Dollmakerwas originally published in 1954 to immediate success and critical acclaim. In unadorned and powerful prose, Harriette Arnow tells the unforgettable and heartbreaking story of the Nevels family and their quest to preserve their deep-rooted values amidst the turmoil of war and industrialization. When Gertie Nevels, a strong and self-reliant matriarch, follows her husband to Detroit from their countryside home in Kentucky, she learns she will have to fight desperately to keep her family together. A sprawling book full of vividly drawn characters and masterful scenes,The Dollmakeris a passionate tribute to a woman's love for her children and the land.THE DOLLMAKER

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DOCK’S SHOES ON THErocks up the hill and his heavy breathing had shut out all sound so that it seemed a long while she had heard nothing, and Amos lay too still, not clawing at the blanket as when they had started. They reached the ridge top where the road ran through scrub pine in sand, and while the mule’s shoes were soft on the thick needles she bent her head low over the long bundle across the saddle horn, listening. Almost at once she straightened, and kicked the already sweat-soaked mule hard in the flanks until he broke into an awkward gallop. “I know you’re tired, but it ain’t much furder,” she said in a low tight voice.

She rode on in silence, her big body hunched protectingly over the bundle. Now and then she glanced worriedly up at the sky, graying into the thick twilight of a rainy afternoon in October; but mostly her eyes, large, like the rest of her, and the deep, unshining gray of the rain-wet pine trunks, were fixed straight ahead of the mule’s ears, as if by much looking she might help the weary animal pull the road past her with her eyes.