By Jodi Picoult
Isbn-10: 0743496701 | Isbn-13: 9780743496704 | Publish date: 07/03/2006
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Jodi Picoult, the New York Times bestselling author of Vanishing Acts, offers her most powerful chronicle yet of an American family with a story that probes the unbreakable bond between parent and child -- and the dangerous repercussions of trying to play the hero.
Trixie Stone is fourteen years old and in love for the first time. She's also the light of her father's life -- a straight-A student; a freshman in high school who is pretty and popular; a girl who's always looked up to Daniel Stone as a hero. Until, that is, her world is turned upside down with a single act of violence. . . and suddenly everything Trixie has believed about her family -- and herself -- seems to be a lie.
For fifteen years, Daniel Stone has been an even-tempered, mild-mannered man: a stay-at-home dad to Trixie and a husband who has put his own career as a comic book artist behind that of his wife, Laura, who teaches Dante's Inferno at a local college. But years ago, he was completely different: growing up as the only white boy in an Eskimo village, he was teased mercilessly for the color of his skin. He learned to fight back: stealing, drinking, robbing, and cheating his way out of the Alaskan bush. To become part of a family, he reinvented himself, channeling his rage onto the page and burying his past completely. . . until now. Could the young boy who once made Trixie's face fill with light when he came to the door have been the one to end her childhood forever? She says that he is, and that is all it takes to make Daniel, a man with a history he has hidden even from his family, venture to hell and back in order to protect his daughter.
The Tenth Circle looks at that delicate moment when a child learns that her parents don't know all of the answers and when being a good parent means letting go of your child. It asks whether you can reinvent yourself in the course of a lifetime or if your mistakes are carried forever -- if life is, as in any good comic book, a struggle to control good and evil, or if good and evil control you.
Trixie in realtà si chiama Beatrice, perché sua madre è una dantista. Daniel, suo padre, è un fumettista di successo che è cresciuto in Alaska, pur non essendo un inuit; ha avuto un'adolescenza burrascosa ed ha lasciato la sua terra senza volervi fare ritorno, diventando un affidabile marito e genitore. Trixie ha quattordici anni quando la sua vita cambia per sempre, circondata da festini a base di alcool, pasticche e rapporti occasionali: accusa infatti di stupro nei suoi confronti Jason, il ragazzo che amava e l'ha lasciata.
La storia funziona alla perfezione, appassionante e piena di "forse" (Jason l'ha violentata davvero? Jason si è davvero suicidato? E se è stato ucciso, l'ha ucciso Trixie oppure è stato suo padre?) fino alla fuga di Trixie. Le ultime pagine in Alaska le ho trovate noiose e poco funzionali.
Sognodime said on Dec 06, 2014, 18:03
Molly said on Jul 13, 2014, 15:13
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minifox said on Mar 09, 2014, 15:50
freckles said on Feb 04, 2014, 07:57
Diane said on Jan 29, 2014, 08:30
Dalla Picoult un libro così non me lo aspettavo proprio, lei rientra fra le mie autrici preferite, ogni suo libro mi ha devastato con emozioni fortissime, un libro più bello dell'altro e dato che lei tocca argomenti sempre molto delicati e lo fa con assoluta competenza credevo che anche qui, trattando di un argomento (purtroppo) molto attuale ne uscisse un gran bel capolavoro, invece mi son ritrovata pagina dopo pagina ad annoiarmi, senza nessunissima emozione! Lo sconsiglio vivamente e meno male che l'ho acquistato in versione ebook, risparmiando così qualcosina! Delusissima!
Lorenza Spagnoli said on Jan 09, 2014, 19:35
The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.
For years, Trixie's own parents, Daniel and Laura, had told her that she could be anything, have anything, do anything.
Trixie, Laura, and Daniel Stone all have parts of themselves that are hidden and unknown to one another.
That was why she'd been so eager to grow up until she got to adolescence and hit a big, fat wall of reality. As it turned out, she couldn't have anything she wanted. You didn't get to be
pretty or smart or popular just because you wanted it. You didn't control your own destiny; you were too busy trying to fit in.
She realized, with a start, that she had already begun to divide her life into before and after. After that night, she couldn't be a kid anymore. After that night, there was no more room in her life for honesty.
There was a fine line between love and hate, you heard that cliché all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would better one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness, one day, to feel like an intrusion.
Relationships always sounded so physically painful: You fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head.
The old Trixie Stone used to be a person who dreamed of flying and wanted, when she got old enough, to jump out of a plane and try it. The new Trixie couldn't even sleep with the
light off. The old Trixie liked wearing T-shirts that hugged her tight; the new Trixie went to her father's dresser for a sweatshirt that she could hide beneath.
The old Trixie sometimes showered twice a day, so that she could smell like the pear soap that her mother always put in her Christmas stocking. The new Trixie felt dirty, no matter how many times she scrubbed herself. The old Trixie felt like part of a group. The new Trixie felt alone, even when she was surrounded by people. The old Trixie would have taken one look at the new Trixie and dismissed her as a total loser.
It was as if Trixie's rape was a constant fall of leaves they were so busy raking away they could ignore the fact that beneath them, the ground was no longer solid.
She understood that the person you were yesterday might not be the person you are tomorrow.
It was possible to grow up in a instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be
Dreams, Trixie thought, were like soap bubbles. You could look at them from a distance, and they were lovely. It's when you stuck your face too close that your eyes wound up stinging.
But you couldn't have strength without weakness; you couldn't have light without dark; you couldn't have love without loss.
Even Dante said that if you walked through hell, you could climb your way paradises.
The Tenth Circle is what it's all about.
Jodi Picoult kindly enlightened the readers with crash course on Dante's The Divine Comedy. The helpless despite the free-will. You rip what you sow The whole karmic things of life.
Cri1967 said on Jan 01, 2014, 10:04
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Nonostante il tema tosto, uno stupro ad un'adolescente, la storia ti prende e così pagina dopo pagina trovi tante bellissime frasi che vuoi tenere con te ricopiandole per ricordartene. Non vedi nemmeno l'ora di vedere come la storia finisca. Ci sono tante verità non dette, per paura, per convenienza e questo caratterizza i personaggi della Picoult, rendendoli veri.
Sì: piaciuto molto. E menomale non mi sono fatta influenzare dai commenti negativi prima di intraprendere questa lettura. Sì perché ero lì lì per non aprirlo nemmeno.
Tanti lettori hanno scritto di aver saltato quasi l'ultima parte, quando cioè Trixie (da Beatrice. la mamma insegna Dante all'Università) fugge in Alaska. Io penso la scrittrice l'abbia "portata" lì per chiudere il cerchio con la storia del padre: da là lui ero scappato e lì torna per riprendere sua figlia e la sua vita rimasta in sospeso.
Ah, una cosa mi spiace: non aver trovato il messaggio criptico nei fumetti.
Ale said on Nov 24, 2013, 10:06
ericaliu said on Oct 16, 2013, 09:24
mumble said on Oct 14, 2013, 08:21