Hail Mary CornerDundurn, 16 paź 2001 - 209 Taut, compelling, and remarkably assured, Hail Mary Corner thrusts readers into unfamiliar territory past an emotional frontier we all must cross: the uncertain ground between adolescence and adulthood. High on a cliff above a pulp-mill town on Vancouver Island, sixteen-year-old Bill MacAvoy and his friends lead cloistered lives while other boys their age run free. it may be the fall of 1982, but inside the walls of their Benedictine seminary they inhabit a medieval world steeped in ritual and discipline--a place where blackrobed monks move like shadows between doubt and faith. Isolated from the outside, Bill and his friends develop a unique and often hilarious culture. Schooled in the virtues of sacrifice and service, they instead learn to challenge, resist, and wield power over one another's lives. On the road to certain expulsion, Bill discovers two secrets: one concerns Brother Thomas, the monk who watches his every move; the other involves his best friend, Jon. In Bill's hands these secrets prove dangerous weapons. Handled carelessly, they trigger an event that threatens to haunt him for the rest of his life. |
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... wanted to be a priest . I wanted to be the lightning rod for all that limitless spiritual power . I would walk down the street knowing that the saints and angels were backing me up and that I was doing the most important thing in this ...
... monk . He was a plump , rose- cheeked man of considerable style and charm . After my name and where I was from , the next thing he wanted to know about me was the last movie I'd seen . Addicted to films , 4 Brian Payton.
... wanted to be Roman . Old foxholes were dug in the black forest soil . They had been there for generations , hidden behind bushes and under the fan of upturned trees . Everyone knew where they were , except the new kids . I stood alone ...
... wanted him to have a chance to say his " Hail Caesar " without making it worse than I already had . But Michael Ashbury took a deep breath , let out a weird little laugh , and charged through the Romans . I gave him a cuff on the back ...
... collected on the inside of his glasses in a filthy haze . Trying to establish eye contact with him was frus- trating . I wanted to take his glasses off , wipe them on his habit , then put them back on his face so I could 17 Hail Mary ...
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