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Traducida a más de 20 idiomas, con más de 5 millones de ejemplares vendidos en todo el mundo y llevada al cine por Mike Newell, La Sociedad Literaria del Pastel de Piel de Patata de Guernsey es una deliciosa y conmovedora novela epistolar que se ha convertido en un clásico indiscutible sobre el poder de la palabra y el valor de la literatura como refugio y consuelo en tiempos difíciles.
En un Londres devastado por las bombas y que empieza a recuperarse de las terribles heridas de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, Juliet Ashton, una joven escritora en busca de inspiración novelesca, recibe la carta de un desconocido llamado Dawsey Adams. El hombre, que vive en la isla de Guernsey, un pequeño enclave en el canal de la Mancha, está leyendo un libro de Charles Lamb que había pertenecido con anterioridad a Juliet. ¿Cómo ha llegado ese ejemplar hasta Guernsey? ¿Por qué Dawsey decide ponerse en contacto con Juliet?
Dawsey es miembro del club de lectura La Sociedad Literaria del Pastel de Piel de Patata de Guernsey, creado en circunstancias difíciles durante la contienda, una rareza en tiempos de ocupación alemana. Cuando Juliet acepta la invitación de estos excéntricos lectores para visitar Guernsey, entiende que ellos y su increíble sociedad literaria serán los personajes de su nueva novela, y su vida dará un vuelco para siempre.
Una historia humana y divertida, que transmite una intensa pasión por los libros y reivindica la formidable capacidad de la lectura para unir a personas de distintos gustos, culturas e ideologías.
Reseñas:
«Una novela inteligente y deliciosa, un mundo tan vívido que siempre me olvido de que se trata de una obra de ficción y de que sus personajes maravillosos no son mis amigos ni mis vecinos.»
Elizabeth Gilbert
«Esta novela conmovedora y llena de observaciones de gran agudeza es una pequeña obra maestra acerca del amor, la guerra y el sustento inconmensurable que hallamos en los buenos libros y en los buenos amigos. Una joya.»
People
«La Sociedad Literaria del Pastel de Piel de Patata de Guernsey es no solo una novela epistolar adorable, tan encantadora y atemporal como las que sus personajes leen y aman, sino también un libro ideal para leer junto a la chimenea o en un largo viaje en tren.»
San Francisco Chronicle Book Review
«Las cartas que componen esta novela iluminan, con humor y candor, el sufrimiento de los habitantes de las islas del Canal durante la ocupación nazi. Cuando Juliet se traslada a Guernsey para trabajar en su libro, le resulta imposible abandonar dicha isla y a sus nuevos amigos, un sentimiento que tal vez experimenten los lectores cuando acaben esta novela deliciosa.»
The Boston Globe
«Un libro maravilloso. [...] Con ecos de 84, Charing Cross Road de Helene Hanff, esta novela es una celebración divertida, aguda y muy amena del poder de la palabra escrita.»
Library Journal
304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 29, 2008
“Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.”
"That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you to another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It's geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment."
"On the afternoon before our wedding, Rob was moving in the last of his clothes and belongings while I delivered my Izzy article to the Spectator. When I was through, I tore home, flew up the stairs, and threw open the door to find Rob sitting on a low stool in front of my bookcase, surrounded by cartons. He was sealing the last one up with gummed tape and string. There were eight boxes—eight boxes of my books bound up and ready for the basement!
He looked up and said, "Hello, darling. Don't mind the mess, the porter said he'd help me carry these down to the basement."
He nodded toward my bookshelves and said, "Don't they look wonderful?"
Well, there were no words! I was too appalled to speak. Sidney, every single shelf—where my books had stood—was filled with athletic trophies. There were awards for every game that could possibly be played with a wooden object. There were statues for everything a man could jump over.
All I could do was scream, "How dare you! What have you DONE?! Put my books back!"
Well, that's how matters started. Eventually, I said something to the effect that I could never marry a man whose idea of bliss was to strike out at little balls and little birds. Rob countered with remarks about damned bluestockings and shrews. And it all degenerated from there”
"All my life I thought that the story was over when the hero and heroine were safely engaged—after all, what's good enough for Jane Austen ought to be good enough for anyone. But it's a lie. The story is about to begin, and every day will be a new piece of the plot."
"I love seeing the bookshops and meeting the booksellers—booksellers really are a special breed. No one in their right mind would take up clerking in a bookstore for the salary, and no one in his right mind would want to own one—the margin of profit is too small. So, it has to be a love of readers and reading that makes them do it—along with first dibs on the new books."
“Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.”
"It was amazing to me then, and still is, that so many people who wander into bookshops don't really know what they're after—they only want to look around and hope to see a book that will strike their fancy. And then, being bright enough not to trust the publisher's blurb, they will ask the book clerk the three questions: (1) What is it about? (2) Have you read it? (3) Was it any good?"