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Robert Drewe

"When he was six years old, Robert Drewe moved with his family from Melbourne to the west Australian coast, to grow up by the sea and sand dunes around Perth, said to be the world's most isolated city - and proud of it. This sun-baked coast was innocently proud, too, of its tranquility and friendliness.". "Then a man he knew murdered a boy he also knew. The murderer randomly killed eight strangers - variously shooting, strangling, stabbing, bludgeoning, and hacking his victims and running them down with cars - and innocent Perth was changed forever.". "In the middle-class waterside suburbs that were the killer's main stalking grounds, the mysterious murders created widespread anxiety and instant local myth. Many people were deeply affected, not least the young Robert Drewe. "The murders and their aftermath have both intrigued me and weighed heavily on me for three decades. They were the pivotal events of my youth for the reason that they were inextricably entwined with events in my own family. To try to make sense of this time and place, and of my own childhood and adolescence, I had, finally, to write about it.""--BOOK JACKET.

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Doris Gawrys

"Doris Gawrys has such fond memories of her childhood home that she dedicates this memoir to the house 'Pengelly' in Rayleigh, Essex. With its white roses by the door, working well and dragonfly ponds, Pengelly was a playground for Doris, her cousin Mollie and brother Bobby, who was born in the house . Though still very young when the family moved again, she has never forgotten those days."--Publisher description.

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Nanny Pat

Nanny Pat has always been the heart of her family, and her children and grandchildren regularly pitch up at her house for a cup of tea, a slice of her famous sausage plait and some wise advice. Now, with her trademark warmth and humour, she evokes the colourful East End world of her childhood.

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traducción de Mariano Antolín Rato

This work is the author's memoir of his life, his parents, and the upstate New York town they all struggled variously to escape. Anyone familiar with the author's fiction will recognize Gloversville, New York, once famous for producing that eponymous product and anything else made of leather. This is where the author grew up, the only son of an aspirant mother and a good-time, second-fiddle father who were born into this close-knit community. But by the time of his childhood in the 1950s, prosperity was inexorably being replaced by poverty and illness (often tannery-related), everyone barely scraping by under a very low horizon. A world elsewhere was the dream his mother instilled in Rick, and strived for herself, and their subsequent adventures and tribulations, recounted here, only to prove lifelong, as would Gloversville's fearsome grasp on them both.