The Cardturner
A Novel About a King, a Queen and a Joker. Nominated for the Carnegie Medal 2011
(Sprache: Englisch)
Als Altons alter und blinder Onkel ihn bittet, ihn zu einem Bridge Spiel zu begleiten, willigt er ein. Immerhin ist das besser als sein langweiliger Ferienjob im örtlichen Einkaufszentrum. Aber, wie alle scheinbar beiläufigen Entscheidungen in den Büchern...
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Als Altons alter und blinder Onkel ihn bittet, ihn zu einem Bridge Spiel zu begleiten, willigt er ein. Immerhin ist das besser als sein langweiliger Ferienjob im örtlichen Einkaufszentrum. Aber, wie alle scheinbar beiläufigen Entscheidungen in den Büchern von Louis Sachar, entpuppt sich die Wahl als sehr viel komplexer, als Alton sich jemals hätte vorstellen können.
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"The Newbery-winning author of Holes fulfills a need the world probably didn't even know it had . . . for smart and puzzle-minded teens . . ." BooklistThe summer after junior year of high school looks bleak for Alton Richards. His girlfriend has dumped him, he has no money and no job, and his parents insist that he drive his great-uncle Lester, who is old, blind, very sick, and very rich, to his bridge club four times a week and be his cardturner.
But Alton's parents aren't the only ones trying to worm their way into Lester Trapp's good graces. There is Trapp's longtime housekeeper, his alluring young nurse, and the crazy Castaneda family.
Alton soon finds himself intrigued by his uncle, by the game of bridge, and especially by the pretty and shy Toni Castaneda, as he struggles to figure out what it all means, and ultimately to figure out the meaning of his own life.
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1 My Favorite Uncle
Ever since I was a little kid, I've had it drilled into me that my uncle Lester was my favorite uncle. My mother would thrust the phone at me and say, "Uncle Lester wants to talk to you," her voice infused with the same forced enthusiasm she used to describe the deliciousness of canned peas. "Tell him you love him."
"I love you, Uncle Lester," I'd say.
"Tell him he's your favorite uncle."
"You're my favorite uncle."
It got worse as I got older. I never knew what to say to him, and he never seemed all that interested in talking to me. When I became a teenager I felt silly telling him he was my favorite uncle, although my mother still urged me to do so. I'd say things like "Hey, how's it goin'?" and he'd grunt some response. He might ask me a question about school. I imagine it was a great relief to both of us when my mother took back the phone. Our brief conversations always left me feeling embarrassed, and just a little bit creepy.
He was actually my great-uncle, having been my mother's favorite uncle long before he was mine.
I didn't know how much money he had, but he was rich enough that he never had to be nice to anyone. Our favorite uncle never visited us, and I think my mother initiated all the phone conversations with him. Later, after he got really sick, he wouldn't even talk to her. My mother would call almost daily, but she could never get past his housekeeper. I had only met Uncle Lester face to face one time, at his sixty-fifth birthday party. I was six years old, and to me, his house seemed like a castle on a mountaintop. I said the obligatory "Happy birthday" and "I love you" and "You're my favorite uncle" and then steered clear of him.
"His heart is as cold as a brick," my father said on the drive home.
That phrase has stuck with me, I think,
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because my father used the word cold instead of hard.
My elementary school was a brick building. Every day on the way home, I would drag my fingers over the hard, and yes, cold surface.
I'm in high school now, but still whenever I walk by a brick building, I feel compelled to touch it. Even now, as I write this, I can almost feel the hard coolness, the sharp edges, and the roughness of the cement between the bricks.
My elementary school was a brick building. Every day on the way home, I would drag my fingers over the hard, and yes, cold surface.
I'm in high school now, but still whenever I walk by a brick building, I feel compelled to touch it. Even now, as I write this, I can almost feel the hard coolness, the sharp edges, and the roughness of the cement between the bricks.
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Autoren-Porträt von Louis Sachar
LOUIS SACHAR is the author of the New York Times #1 bestseller Holes and the award-winning Small Steps, as well as Stanley Yelnats' Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake. Louis Sachar is an avid bridge player.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Louis Sachar
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2011, 352 Seiten, Maße: 14,2 x 20,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0385736630
- ISBN-13: 9780385736633
- Erscheinungsdatum: 04.10.2011
Sprache:
Englisch
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