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Here, in an astonishing debut by a gifted storyteller, is the magnificent saga of proud and passionate men and women and the turbulent times through which they suffer and triumph. They are the Truebas. And theirs is a world you will not want to leave, and one you will not forget.
Esteban -- The patriarch, a volatile and proud man whose lust for land is legendary and who is haunted by his tyrannical passion for the wife he can never completely possess.
Clara -- The matriarch, elusive and mysterious, who foretells family tragedy and shapes the fortunes of the house of the Truebas.
Blanca -- Their daughter, soft-spoken yet rebellious, whose shocking love for the son of her father's foreman fuels Esteban's everlasting contempt... even as it produces the grandchild he adores.
Alba -- The fruit of Blanca's forbidden love, a luminous bearty, a fiery and willful woman... the family's break with the past and link to the future.
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The House of the Spirits
Isabel Allende
list price $7.99
Bantam Books (August 1986)
ISBN: 0553273914
434 pages
average review:
This gets: a from eryka:
First I have to preface this by saying that I moved to California to stalk Isabel, because I think she's god. (I haven't done it, though, because I'm not entirely psychotic.) I did read this once in high school, and I hated it. But I decided to give it another go, and lo and behold -- loved it!
From the back cover:
So good you just can't stand it.
Almost that good.
Sort of good.
Generally a waste of time.
Destined for the recycler.