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Este es un libro donde la verdura es la protagonista esencial o imprescindible de un plato. Karin es una amante de la cocina sana y ha criado a cuatro hijos. Concebió este libro como una guía de su cocina con verduras como un legado de tradición familiar culinaria para sus hijos y nietos. En este libro se encuentran los tipos de verduras más importantes y muchísimas propuestas de distintas procedencias para cocinar cualquier verdura. "Cada día más, en los ámbitos sanitarios se consideran las verduras de interés primordial para una alimentación no solamente sana por sus nutrientes y efecto bajo en calorías, sino como factores determinantes contra las células cancerígenas. En un país como el nuestro donde abundan las verduras, llama la atención el escaso culto que se les dispensan, especialmente en las zonas urbanas. En general se cocinan verduras por tradición o inercia, pero sin conocimiento verdadero de lo que aportan y por consiguiente mal preparadas: demasiado hervidas y con un muy limitado repertorio de formas de preparación. Como consecuencia de este maltrato, en la dieta familiar la verdura ha descendido al plato obligatorio y poco deseado, especialmente por los niños. También se practica poco el consumo de verduras en crudo, tan beneficioso y necesario, cuando tantos vegetales lo permiten".
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From the author of the acclaimed Promise Not to Tell comes a chilling and perfectly plotted tale in which crimes of the past and present blend in a mesmerizing tale of mystery, shattered innocence, guilt, and redemption
On her a way to a job interview, Rhonda never expected to get caught in the middle of a crime. Sitting in her blue Honda at a gas station, she saw a person dressed as a rabbit grab a young girl out of nearby car. Confused by the absurdity of the rabbit costume, Rhonda does nothing at first. By the time she regains her senses, however, the kidnapper and child are gone.
Plagued by guilt, she's determined to help with the investigation. But as she gets closer to discovering the kidnapper's identity, she also gets closer to uncovering the truth behind the disappearance of another child--her best friend Lizzy who went missing years before. As Rhonda races to solve the two overlapping mysteries, she rekindles an old romances, learns that people from her past a far different than what they seemed, and ultimately finds liberation.
Filled with compelling, realistic characters, twisting supense, and creepy turns that will have readers flying through the pages, Island of Lost Girls is a remarkable display of narrative genius from a stellar new talent.
Author Notes
Jennifer McMahon was born in Hartford, Connecticut in 1968. She received a BA from Goddard College in 1991 and studied poetry for a year in the MFA in Writing Program at Vermont College. Before becoming full-time writer in 2000, she worked as a house painter, farm worker, homeless shelter staff member, and counselor for adults and kids with mental illness. Her first novel, Promise Not to Tell, was published in 2007. Her other works include Island of Lost Girls, Dismantled, and My Tiki Girl. In 2014, her title The Winter People made The New York Times Best Seller List.
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Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
At the start of McMahon's haunting second novel (after Promise Not to Tell), recent college grad Rhonda Farr witnesses a child abduction in front of a convenience store in Pike's Crossing, Vt. Ernestine "Ernie" Florucci willingly leaves her mother's car because her six-foot-tall abductor is wearing a rabbit suit. Rhonda remembers her best friend Lizzy's father entertaining her and Lizzy in a rabbit costume in 1993, and vanishing soon after. Three years later, Lizzy disappeared en route to high school. Guilt over her inability to stop Ernie's abduction spurs Rhonda to join the search for the girl. She recalls the summer that Lizzy's older brother, Peter, had them all perform Peter Pan, which was a great success, but there were dark secrets beneath the makeshift stage. McMahon expertly shifts between pivotal events in the past and present-day action, building tension to a resolution both poignant and shattering. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
As in her assured debut novel, Promise Not to Tell (2007), McMahon offers a moving if bittersweet portrait of childhood. When a person dressed up in a rabbit costume abducts a little girl out of her car, the lone witness, Rhonda, is too stunned to act. As the small rural town mobilizes a search for the missing child, Rhonda, reeling with guilt, is reminded of another girl who went missing her closest friend from childhood, Lizzy. Joyful memories of their youth spent putting on plays and exploring the woods alternate with darker moments: losing the love of her life, Lizzy's brother, Peter, and the year an increasingly disheveled and moody Lizzy stopped talking to her or anyone else. Past and present merge as Rhonda closes in on the costumed abductor and also on the dark family secrets that tore their perfect childhood apart. McMahon spends a good deal of time setting the stage; however, once the pieces of the intricate plot are in place, readers will be hooked on both the mystery element and the coming-of-age aspects of this atmospheric novel.--Wilkinson, Joanne Copyright 2008 Booklist
Kirkus Review
Small-town copycat crimes yet again spur a hometown girl to recall more personal situations in McMahon's well-crafted--if formulaic--sophomore effort. As Rhonda Farr waits at a gas station in her rural Vermont town, she witnesses the unthinkable: Someone dressed in a rabbit suit snatches a small child from a car and drives away. Rhonda is guilt-ridden and joins the rescue efforts for Ernestine, but she is not alone--station owner Pat and her nephew Warren seem equally committed to the cause. For Rhonda, the crime hits close to home--the rabbit's getaway car belonged to the mother-in-law of her longtime unrequited love, Peter Shale. All signs point to him as a suspect, but it's hard for Rhonda to accept that he is guilty, especially because Peter has a daughter the same age as Ernestine. Rhonda and Warren become a team, linking up to scout for clues and eventually beginning a romantic relationship. But the hunt also forces her to confront a pivotal summer in her own childhood, when Peter's father vanished, and his sister, Lizzy, Rhonda's best friend, went crazy. Lizzy also disappeared a few years later, leaving everyone to assume that she was with her father, making both of them suspects now too--especially when Peter and a woman looking remarkably like Lizzy are spotted at a local hotel with a girl Ernestine's age. Rhonda's memories uncover a trove of intricate family secrets about the Farrs and the Shales, including illicit romances, questionable paternity of various children and even signs of abuse. But just when Rhonda thinks she has it all figured out, new suspects emerge, a body is discovered and the case grows more complicated. The flashbacks, dirty family secrets and sudden plot twists harken back to McMahon's debut (Promise Not to Tell, 2007), but, commendably, she still manages some surprises. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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Excerpts
Island of Lost Girls A Novel Chapter One June 5, 2006 Rhonda Farr had two Peters in her life: the Peter she loved but could not have, and now the white rabbit, which she, not unlike Alice in Wonderland, seemed destined to chase down the hole. But Alice's rabbit was not named Peter. The only Peter Rabbit Rhonda had known was the one in the storybook by Beatrix Potter, a common brown rabbit with a white fluffy tail, who just couldn't stay out of poor Mr. McGregor's garden. On the other hand, Rhonda's Peter Rabbit was Ernestine Florucci's rabbit: all white and, as she would tell the police, about six feet tall. "A rabbit?" the state troopers would ask, hands poised to scribble notes in black pads. "Six feet tall? Are you sure?" Though the police were skeptical, Ernestine's mother, Trudy, believed Rhonda's story; she believed her but refused to forgive her. The lives of Ernestine, Trudy, and Rhonda--maybe the lives of everyone in Pike's Crossing--had changed forever in about three minutes. The time it takes to soft-boil an egg. It was well past Easter when Peter Rabbit appeared to Rhonda, swooping away little Ernestine. It was the fifth of June, and Rhonda had pulled into Pat's Mini Mart to fill her tank so she could make it to a job interview in Burlington that afternoon. She was running late, but she needed to stop, there was nothing in the tank but fumes. She also thought she might see Peter. Rhonda had been nearly out of gas all weekend, waiting until today to stop, because she knew Peter would be at the garage. Visiting him before the interview, even just a quick Hey, how's tricks, Ronnie? would give her a little jump start. She avoided his house because then she'd have to make small talk with Tock, come up with some excuse for stopping by, and, most painful of all, Suzy would come out and circle around her, jumping up and down--a cherubic reminder of the futility of Rhonda's situation. It was a perfect early-June day, the temperature hovering in the mid-seventies. Rhonda drove with her windows open, inhaling the scent of newly mown grass and just-opened lilacs in people's yards. The campgrounds around Nickel Lake had opened on Memorial Day and Rhonda could smell the smoke from the campfires. Brightly colored blow-up toys hung from hooks on the rafters in front of Pat's: sea monsters, inner tubes, a small yellow raft, and a grinning crocodile with handles and cup holders. Overpriced bundles of camp wood were stacked below. Two ice machines stood to the left of the front door and a sign in the window promised cold beer, camping supplies, and night crawlers inside. Summer was here. And there was Rhonda, overdressed in a pressed white shirt and khaki suit. She eyed the crocodile longingly. The interview she was probably going to be late to wasn't even for a job she particularly wanted. It was in her field (she'd graduated two weeks before with a BS in biology) and would look good on her résumé: research assistant for a University of Vermont study of zebra mussels--invasive mollusks that were hell bent on taking over Lake Champlain, encrusting water pipes and shipwrecks on its floors, crowding out the natives. Pat's Mini Mart was the only place in Pike's Crossing to buy gas. It was also close to Nickel Lake, so they got a lot of business from campers and folks with summer cottages. Pat's was also rumored to be the best place in the area to buy lottery tickets. They'd had a jackpot winner two weeks before--two hundred fifty thousand dollars--and a five thousand dollar winner before that. Rhonda would later learn that it was the lottery tickets Trudy Florucci stopped for that day. She carried her lucky numbers in the pocket of her acid-wash denim jacket along with enough money for four tickets and a pack of menthol cigarettes, the no-name brand that was cheaper than regular brands like Kool, which was what Trudy smoked when her husband was alive and she could afford such luxuries. Trudy would tell all of this to one of the state troopers, spilling out painful little details of her life to an utter stranger at the most awkward of moments--and it would make Rhonda cringe. As if Trudy had opened her mouth, pulled back her cheek, and shown the cop a raw and seeping canker sore. Pat's husband, Jim, was the one who pumped the gas at the full-service station. Full service was a funny way of putting it, Rhonda thought, because Jim never washed the windshield and when asked to check the oil, he grumbled and banged around under the hood so ferociously you were sure never to ask him to do it again. That day, Jim, who was skeletally thin and alarmingly tall, sauntered out in his blue coveralls, looking especially bored. His dark hair was slicked back and he wore several days of stubble. "Fill her up today?" he asked, just staring out over the roof of Rhonda's car. He swatted at a bug by his left ear. Rhonda nodded up at him from the open window of her blue Honda. She smiled, but he did not seem to see. Jim unscrewed the gas cap, selected the grade--regular (he didn't bother asking)--and began to fill her tank. "Peter around?" Rhonda asked, trying not to sound too hopeful as she peered into the garage. "Took the day off," Jim said, and Rhonda felt her heart sink. Stupid, stupid, stupid , she told herself. "All by myself here," Jim said, sounding a little bitter. He rubbed at his earlobe. The bug had gotten him after all--probably a blackfly, it had been a terrible year for blackflies. Pat was out getting her hair done, Rhonda would learn later, which was why, when Trudy Florucci pulled up in the rusted-out Corsica, parking in front of the ice machines, Jim left the pump running to go . . . Island of Lost Girls A Novel . Copyright © by Jennifer McMahon. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Island of Lost Girls: What Happens When They Go Missing by Jennifer McMahon, Jennifer Mcmahon All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
