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Summary of Patricia Lockwood's Priestdaddy

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  • FormatePub
  • ISBN978-1-6693-5663-9
  • EAN9781669356639
  • Date de parution21/03/2022
  • Protection num.Digital Watermarking
  • Taille1 Mo
  • Infos supplémentairesepub
  • ÉditeurEverest Media LLC

Résumé

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Sample Book Insights: #1 I was supposed to go to a Great Books college in the winter of 2001, but my father called me into his study two weeks before I was scheduled to depart for Annapolis. He explained that the money just wasn't there. I didn't ask any questions. I understood that there were ways around it. #2 I visited my father's guitar store, where he was a dealer.
His collection was filled with gleaming guitars on stands, candy-apple red, spruce green, lake blue, and carapace black. He would soon acquire another guitar, more costly than all of them. #3 I moved from the rectory of my father's church in Cincinnati to the abandoned convent next door. The convent looked out on a petroleum plant, and just beyond that, the polluted, hellbender-colored Ohio River.
I spent my time reading books online. #4 I was in love with a man I had never met, and we would talk on the phone for hours. I was never afraid to sleep alone in that convent, but I would wake up to a seeming sunrise out the window.