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Songs of the Humpback Whale: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Picoult, Jodi
  • Author:  Picoult, Jodi
  • ISBN-10:  0743431014
  • ISBN-10:  0743431014
  • ISBN-13:  9780743431019
  • ISBN-13:  9780743431019
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Publisher:  Washington Square Press
  • Pages:  352
  • Pages:  352
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2001
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2001
  • SKU:  0743431014-11-MING
  • SKU:  0743431014-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100424584
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Jodi Picoult’s powerful novel portrays an emotionally charged marriage that changes course in one explosive moment.

Sometimes finding your own voice
is a matter of listening to the heart...


Jodi Picoult's powerful novel portrays an emotionally charged marriage that changes course in one explosive moment....For years, Jane Jones has lived in the shadow of her husband, renowned San Diego oceanographer Oliver Jones. But during an escalating argument, Jane turns on him with an alarming volatility. In anger and fear, Jane leaves with their teenage daughter, Rebecca, for a cross-country odyssey charted by letters from her brother Joley, guiding them to his Massachusetts apple farm, where surprising self-discoveries await. Now Oliver, an expert at tracking humpback whales across vast oceans, will search for his wife across a continent -- and find a new way to see the world, his family, and himself: through her eyes.Chapter One: Jane

The night before I got married I woke up, screaming, from my sleep. My parents came into the room and put their arms around me; they patted my head and smoothed my hair, fine, and I still couldn't stop screaming. Even with my mouth closed, I continued -- the high, shrill note of a nocturnal animal.

My parents were beside themselves. We lived in a button-down suburb of Boston, and we were waking up the neighbors one by one. I watched the lights come on in different houses -- blue and yellow, blinking like Christmas -- and wondered what was happening to me.

This wasn't a common occurrence. I was barely nineteen, a straight-A student fresh out of Wellesley College and in 1976 that was still an accomplishment. I was marrying the man of my dreams in a prototypical white clapboard New England church, and the reception -- a lavish one with white-gloved waiters and Beluga caviar -- was going to be held in my parents' backyard. I had a job waiting for me when I returned from my honeymoon. There wl#K

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