Salt to the Sea
(Sprache: Englisch)
Der Untergang der Wilhelm Gustloff
lieferbar
versandkostenfrei
Buch (Kartoniert)
14.40 €
- Lastschrift, Kreditkarte, Paypal, Rechnung
- Kostenlose Rücksendung
Produktdetails
Produktinformationen zu „Salt to the Sea “
Der Untergang der Wilhelm Gustloff
Klappentext zu „Salt to the Sea “
#1 New York Times bestseller and winner of the Carnegie Medal! "A superlative novel . . . masterfully crafted."--The Wall Street Journal
Based on "the forgotten tragedy that was six times deadlier than the Titanic."--Time
Winter 1945. WWII. Four refugees. Four stories.
Each one born of a different homeland; each one hunted, and haunted, by tragedy, lies, war. As thousands desperately flock to the coast in the midst of a Soviet advance, four paths converge, vying for passage aboard the Wilhelm Gustloff, a ship that promises safety and freedom. But not all promises can be kept . . .
This paperback edition includes book club questions and exclusive interviews with Wilhelm Gustloff survivors and experts.
Lese-Probe zu „Salt to the Sea “
joanaGuilt is a hunter.
My conscience mocked me, picking fights like a petulant child.
It s all your fault, the voice whispered.
I quickened my pace and caught up with our small group. The Germans would march us off the field road if they found us. Roads were reserved for the military. Evacuation orders hadn t been issued and anyone fleeing East Prussia was branded a deserter. But what did that matter? I became a deserter four years ago, when I fled from Lithuania.
Lithuania.
I had left in 1941. What was happening at home? Were the dreadful things whispered in the streets true?
We approached a mound on the side of the road. The small boy in front of me whimpered and pointed. He had joined us two days prior, just wandered out of the forest alone and quietly began following us.
Hello, little one. How old are you? I had asked.
Six, he replied.
Who are you traveling with?
He paused and dropped his head. My Omi.
I turned toward the woods to see if his grandmother had emerged. Where is your Omi now? I asked.
The wandering boy looked up at me, his pale eyes wide. She didn t wake up.
So the little boy traveled with us, often drifting just slightly ahead or behind. And now he stood, pointing to a flap of dark wool beneath a meringue of snow.
I waved the group onward and when everyone advanced I ran to the snow-covered heap. The wind lifted a layer of icy flakes revealing the dead blue face of a woman, probably in her twenties. Her mouth and eyes were hinged open, fixed in fear. I dug through her iced pockets, but they had already been picked. In the lining of her jacket I found her identification papers. I stuffed them in my coat to pass on to the Red Cross and dragged her body off the road and into the field. She was dead, frozen solid, but the thought of tanks rolling over her was more than I could bear.
I ran back to the road and our group. The wandering boy stood in the center of the path, snow falling all around him.
... mehr
She didn t wake up either? he asked quietly.
I shook my head and took his mittened hand in mine.
And then we both heard it in the distance.
Bang.
florian
Fate is a hunter.
Engines buzzed in a swarm above. Der Schwarze Tod, the Black Death, they called them. I hid beneath the trees. The planes weren t visible, but I felt them. Close. Trapped by darkness both ahead and behind, I weighed my options. An explosion detonated and death crept closer, curling around me in fingers of smoke.
I ran.
My legs churned, sluggish, disconnected from my racing mind. I willed them to move, but my conscience noosed around my ankles and pulled down hard.
You are a talented young man, Florian. That s what Mother had said.
You are Prussian. Make your own decisions, son, said my father.
Would he have approved of my decisions, of the secrets I now carried across my back? Amidst this war between Hitler and Stalin, would Mother still consider me talented, or criminal?
The Soviets would kill me. But how would they torture me first? The Nazis would kill me, but only if they uncovered the plan. How long would it remain a secret? The questions propelled me forward, whipping through the cold forest, dodging branches. I clutched my side with one hand, my pistol with the other. The pain surged with each breath and step, releasing warm blood out of the angry wound.
The sound of the engines faded. I had been on the run for days and my mind felt as weak as my legs. The hunter preyed on the fatigued and weary. I had to rest. The pain slowed me to a jog and finally a walk. Through the dense trees in the forest I spied branches hiding an old potato cellar. I jumped in.
Bang.
I shook my head and took his mittened hand in mine.
And then we both heard it in the distance.
Bang.
florian
Fate is a hunter.
Engines buzzed in a swarm above. Der Schwarze Tod, the Black Death, they called them. I hid beneath the trees. The planes weren t visible, but I felt them. Close. Trapped by darkness both ahead and behind, I weighed my options. An explosion detonated and death crept closer, curling around me in fingers of smoke.
I ran.
My legs churned, sluggish, disconnected from my racing mind. I willed them to move, but my conscience noosed around my ankles and pulled down hard.
You are a talented young man, Florian. That s what Mother had said.
You are Prussian. Make your own decisions, son, said my father.
Would he have approved of my decisions, of the secrets I now carried across my back? Amidst this war between Hitler and Stalin, would Mother still consider me talented, or criminal?
The Soviets would kill me. But how would they torture me first? The Nazis would kill me, but only if they uncovered the plan. How long would it remain a secret? The questions propelled me forward, whipping through the cold forest, dodging branches. I clutched my side with one hand, my pistol with the other. The pain surged with each breath and step, releasing warm blood out of the angry wound.
The sound of the engines faded. I had been on the run for days and my mind felt as weak as my legs. The hunter preyed on the fatigued and weary. I had to rest. The pain slowed me to a jog and finally a walk. Through the dense trees in the forest I spied branches hiding an old potato cellar. I jumped in.
Bang.
... weniger
Autoren-Porträt von Ruta Sepetys
Ruta Sepetys (www.rutasepetys.com) is an internationally acclaimed, #1 New York Times bestselling author of historical fiction published in over sixty countries and forty languages. Sepetys is considered a "crossover" novelist, as her books are read by both teens and adults worldwide. Her novels Between Shades of Gray, Out of the Easy, and Salt to the Sea have won or been shortlisted for more than forty book prizes, and are included on more than sixty state award lists. Between Shades of Gray was adapted into the film Ashes in the Snow, and her other novels are currently in development for TV and film. Winner of the Carnegie Medal, Ruta is passionate about the power of history and literature to foster global awareness and connectivity. She has presented to NATO, to the European Parliament, in the United States Capitol, and at embassies worldwide. Ruta was born and raised in Michigan and now lives with her family in Nashville, Tennessee. Follow her on Twitter @RutaSepetys and Instagram @RutaSepetysAuthor.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Ruta Sepetys
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2017, 448 Seiten, Maße: 13,8 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0142423629
- ISBN-13: 9780142423622
- Erscheinungsdatum: 14.08.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Salt to the Sea:A #1 New York Times Bestseller
An International Bestseller
Winner of the Carnegie Medal
Featured on NPR's Morning Edition
"Ruta Sepetys acts as champion of the interstitial people so often ignored whole populations lost in the cracks of history." The New York Times
"Superlative...masterfully crafted...[a] powerful work of historical fiction." The Wall Street Journal
[Sepetys is] a master of YA fiction she once again anchors a panoramic view of epic tragedy in perspectives that feel deeply textured and immediate." Entertainment Weekly
"[A] riveting novel . . . Sepetys skillfully weaves history into her story, here grounding her nuanced characters in the events of winter 1945. Vivid details punctuate the spare prose." The Washington Post
"[H]aunting, heartbreaking, hopeful and altogether gorgeous...one of the best young-adult novels to appear in a very long time." Salt Lake Tribune
"Ruta Sepetys is a master of historical fiction. In Salt to the Sea the hard truths of her herculean research are tempered with effortless, intimate storytelling, as her warm and human characters breathe new life into one of the world's most terrible and neglected tragedies." Elizabeth Wein, New York Times bestselling author of Printz Award Honor Book Code Name Verity
A rich, page-turning story that brings to vivid life a terrifying and little-known moment in World War II history. Steve Sheinkin, author of Newbery Honor and National Book Award finalist Bomb
"Brutal. Beautiful. Honest." Sabaa Tahir, New York Times bestselling author of An Ember in the Ashes
"Ruta Sepetys is more than just an author she's history's answer to CSI." Mashable
"[A] stunning historical novel."
... mehr
Hypable
* "Sepetys excels in shining light on lost chapters of history, and this visceral novel proves a memorable testament to strength and resilience in the face of war and cruelty." Publishers Weekly, starred review
* "This haunting gem of a novel begs to be remembered, and in turn, it tries to remember the thousands of real people its fictional characters represent. What it asks of us is that their memories, and their stories, not be abandoned to the sea." Booklist, starred review
* "Artfully told and sensitively crafted, Sepetys s exploration of this little-known piece of history will leave readers weeping." SLJ, starred review
"The inevitability of the ending (including the loss of several characters) doesn't change its poignancy, and the short chapters and slowly revealed back stories for each character guarantee the pages keep turning. Heartbreaking, historical, and a little bit hopeful." Kirkus Reviews
"Intimate, extraordinary, artfully crafted...brilliant." Shelf Awareness
"This book includes all the reasons why teens read: for knowledge, for romance, for amazing and irritating characters. This novel will break readers hearts and then put them back together a little more whole." VOYA
"Sepetys s...scene-setting is impeccable; the penetrating cold of the journey is palpable, and she excels at conveying the scope of the losses while giving them a human face....[T]his elegiac tale succeeds with impressive research, affecting characters, and keen, often unsettling insights into humans counterposed tendencies toward evil and nobility. Readers will be left to discuss which impulse triumphs here." The Horn Book
* "Sepetys excels in shining light on lost chapters of history, and this visceral novel proves a memorable testament to strength and resilience in the face of war and cruelty." Publishers Weekly, starred review
* "This haunting gem of a novel begs to be remembered, and in turn, it tries to remember the thousands of real people its fictional characters represent. What it asks of us is that their memories, and their stories, not be abandoned to the sea." Booklist, starred review
* "Artfully told and sensitively crafted, Sepetys s exploration of this little-known piece of history will leave readers weeping." SLJ, starred review
"The inevitability of the ending (including the loss of several characters) doesn't change its poignancy, and the short chapters and slowly revealed back stories for each character guarantee the pages keep turning. Heartbreaking, historical, and a little bit hopeful." Kirkus Reviews
"Intimate, extraordinary, artfully crafted...brilliant." Shelf Awareness
"This book includes all the reasons why teens read: for knowledge, for romance, for amazing and irritating characters. This novel will break readers hearts and then put them back together a little more whole." VOYA
"Sepetys s...scene-setting is impeccable; the penetrating cold of the journey is palpable, and she excels at conveying the scope of the losses while giving them a human face....[T]his elegiac tale succeeds with impressive research, affecting characters, and keen, often unsettling insights into humans counterposed tendencies toward evil and nobility. Readers will be left to discuss which impulse triumphs here." The Horn Book
... weniger
Kommentar zu "Salt to the Sea"
Schreiben Sie einen Kommentar zu "Salt to the Sea".
Kommentar verfassen