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- 576 páginas
- 21 horas de lectura
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The house looked right, felt right, to Dr Louis Creed. Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable. A place where the family could settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume-choked dangers of Chicago.Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway, grinding up through the gears, hammering down the long gradients, growled out an intrusive note of threat.But behind the house and away from the road: that was safe. Just a carefully clear path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young, taking with them their dear departed pets for burial.A sad place maybe, but safe. Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and foreboding...
Compra de libros
Pet Sematary, Stephen King
- Idioma
- Publicado en
- 2005
- Encuadernación
- (Tapa blanda),
- Estado del libro
- Bueno
- Precio
- 14,49 €
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- Título
- Pet Sematary
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- Stephen King
- Editorial
- Pocket Books
- Publicado en
- 2005
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 576
- ISBN10
- 1416524347
- ISBN13
- 9781416524342
- Serie
- Categorías
- Etiquetas
- Literatura americana, Fenómenos sobrenaturales, Regalos para hombres, Secretos, Adaptada al cine, Gatos, Monstruos, Cementerios, Resurrección, No Muertos, Animales asesinos
- Primera publicación
- 1983
- Título original
- Pet Sematary
- Calificación
- 4,15 de 5
- Descripción
- The house looked right, felt right, to Dr Louis Creed. Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable. A place where the family could settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume-choked dangers of Chicago.Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway, grinding up through the gears, hammering down the long gradients, growled out an intrusive note of threat.But behind the house and away from the road: that was safe. Just a carefully clear path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young, taking with them their dear departed pets for burial.A sad place maybe, but safe. Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and foreboding...