A National Book Award Finalist In this ambitiously multilayered novel from the acclaimed and award-winning writer Jennifer Egan, a fashion model named Charlotte Swenson emerges from a car accident in her Illinois hometown with her face so badly shattered that it takes eighty titanium screws to reassemble it. She returns to New York still beautiful but oddly unrecognizable, a virtual stranger in the world she once effortlessly occupied. With the surreal authority of a David Lynch, Jennifer Egan threads Charlotte’s narrative with those of other casualties of our infatuation with the image. There’s a deceptively plain teenaged girl embarking on a dangerous secret life, an alcoholic private eye, and an enigmatic stranger who changes names and accents as he prepares an apocalyptic blow against American society. As these narratives inexorably converge, Look at Me becomes a coolly mesmerizing intellectual thriller of identity and imposture.
Rosenberg was taken aback. “You can't say that about a Premier beat.” Uzi continued. “I'm too young. I'm not into that.” Rosenberg, perhaps hoping to throw the young rapper a lifesaver, said. “It's ninety-six beats per minute.
Rose Williamson’s Look at Me! Look at Me! teaches kids to be thankful for what they’re given in a silly and colorful way.
This charming board book features striking die-cut pages, rhyming text and colourful pictures about faces, both animal and human.
Shares pictures of different clowns, in a text that is also a mask.
She looked older, more powerful, in her tight black dress; the curves of her figure seemed more opulent than usual, ... Look at me. And indeed it seemed as if there were only the three of them present, and as I followed them down the ...
Based on the research of Orville Gilbert Brim, award-winning scholar in the field of child and human development, Look at Me! answers those questions.
I only knew that he took the few minutes to look me up and he was asking if we could meet. This was beyond exciting. One of my dorm mates, Barbara Miller, lived in Boston, and she occasionally went home for Shabbos.
She didn’t want me to just SEE what she was doing, she wanted me to SEE her. She wanted me to show her that I was interested in her as a person. The beginning pages of this book are addressed to fathers.
Not by anything that says he might see me as someone he'd like to get involved with. Yeah, he kissed me that night at the party, ... “I'm not the handsomest man in the world, but I'm not all that bad looking, for a guy my age.
And now, here I am, in the arms of the man of my dreams. 'I know it's been a bumpy road,' I whisper into his ear. 'I know you're my agent, and things can get complicated.' I pull away to look Harry in the eyes as I finish.