The Sycamore Road The Fly Guild, the ruthless gang that rules the city, is always lurking nearby, looking for opportunities to profit from others, and when the family’s money runs out, the guild steps in. But when her mother dies, Kate is left to tend
| TITLE | : | The Sycamore Road |
| AUTHOR | : | |
| RATING | : | 4.61 (822 Votes) |
| ASIN | : | 150544358X |
| FORMAT TYPE | : | Paperback |
| NUMBER of PAGES | : | 308 Pages |
| PUBLISH DATE | : | 2014-12-11 |
| GENRE | : |
In a city of darkness, a young girl struggles to find the light. She was once a happy child, living on her family farm on the outskirts of Star Gleam City. But when her mother dies, Kate is left to tend the farm with her drunken stepfather, struggling to survive as his drinking habit takes a toll on their finances. The Fly Guild, the ruthless gang that rules the city, is always lurking nearby, looking for opportunities to profit from others, and when the family’s money runs out, the guild steps in. Forced from her farm. Forced from her home. Forced into the city of darkness – her life is no longer her own. Kate finds herself living a nightmare life of prostitution in the city’s most famous brothel, surrounded by violence, drugs and a daily fight for survival. The only thing that keeps her hope alive is a story her mother told her as a child, a story about a road to salv
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This is a fiction. It is an unrushed journey, though we often arise at sunrise, and the author introduces us to many of the local inhabitants. I am a huge fan of the brain quest series of workbooks. This calls to mind something I read recently as part of George Saunders' preface to the latest edition of his debut collection CivilWarLand In Bad Decline:
In grad school I had grown suspicious of conventional literary beauty, wary of what I thought of as, for example, the literary triple descriptor: "Todd sat at the black table, the ebony plane, the dark-hued bearer of various glasses and plates, whose white, disk-shaped, saucer-like presences mocking his futility, his impotence, his inability to act."
Christ, I had come to feel, just say it: "Todd sat at the table."
This book also functions as a shock-to-the-system antidote to the naval-gazing narcissistic f
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