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Diciannove minuti

By Jodi Picoult, Lucia Corradini Caspani (Translator)

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| Hardcover | 9788879729321

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Sterling è una tranquilla cittadina americana dello New Hampshire dove non succede mai nulla, fino a quando accade l'impensabile: un ragazzo di diciassette anni, Peter Houghton compie una strage di studenti nel suo stesso college. Cerca a sua volta di uccidersi, ma la polizia riesce a impedirlo e loContinue

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Diciannove minuti

La trama e le recensioni di Diciannove minuti, romanzo di Jodi Picoult. Sterling è una tranquilla cittadina americana dello New Hampshire dove non succede mai nulla, fino a quando accade l'impensabile: un ragazzo di diciassette anni, Peter Houghton c ... (read full critics)

Qlibri published on Wed, 24 Nov 2010

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A person’s life is supposed to be like a DVD. You can see the version everyone else sees, or you can choose the director’s cut-the way he wanted you to see it, before everything else got in the way.
There are menus, probably, so that you can start at the good spots and not have to relive the bad one ... (continue)

A person’s life is supposed to be like a DVD. You can see the version everyone else sees, or you can choose the director’s cut-the way he wanted you to see it, before everything else got in the way.
There are menus, probably, so that you can start at the good spots and not have to relive the bad ones.
You can measure your life by the number of scenes you’ve survived, or the minutes you’ve been stuck there.
In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn, color your hair, watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of five.
Nineteen minutes is how long it took the Tennessee Titans to sell out of tickets to the play-offs. It’s the length of a sitcom, minus the commercials. It’s the driving distance from the Vermont border to the town of Sterling, New Hampshire.
In nineteen minutes, you can order a pizza and get it delivered. You can read a story to a child or have your oil changed. You can walk a mile. You can sew a hem.
In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world, or you can just jump off it.
In nineteen minutes, you can get revenge.
Everyone would remember Peter for nineteen minutes of his life, but what about the other nine million?
From that very first day in kindergarten, Peter experienced a daily barrage of taunting, tormenting, threatening, and bullying.
This child has been stuffed into lockers, had his head shoved into toilets, been tripped and punched and kicked. He has had a private email spammed out to an entire school. He’s had his
pants pulled down in the middle of the cafeteria. Peter’s reality was a world where,
no matter what he did-no matter how small and insignificant he made himself-he was still always the victim. And as a result, he started to turn to an alternate world: one created by himself in the safety of html code. Peter set up his own website, created video games, and filled them with the kind of people he wished were surrounding him.
You can disappear, even when it looks like you’re still standing right there. You can
scream, and nobody hears a sound.
If you spend your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, you will forget who you really are.
Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong.
There are people who hear about the people who died, and say it was God’s will there are people who say it was bad luck and there are people who say they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that’s because it’s all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone’s ear, and that person whispers it
to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the end.
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
Love was supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it fell apart at the details.
So what was the recipe? Was it love, mixed with something else for good measure? Luck? Hope? Forgiveness?
If something bad happens, you can look at it as a failure, or you could look at it as a chance to
head in another direction.
There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.
Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.”
That is the way this society works: you are only at the bottom of the totem pole until you find someone else to take your place.
But we have to remember that objects in mirror are smaller than they appear and
what you see is not always all it seems to be.

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