Categoria Libri in Metro UK
ENG: Around the world in Eighty Days [London]
Monday , 9 am. Father and daughter, both blond hair, dark eyes and freckles on all the face, are seating on the train towards Brighton, south of London. The kid, with her head resting on her father’s chest, listens very carefully the dad and…
ENG: American Gods [Bari, IT]
Just like every day the “serial reader” arrives at the railway station before all her ”human” friends and just like every day she is in good company of a “paper-friend”. Today is the day of American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I see her now smiling, now gasping. Likely, her new “paper-friend” is full of twists from the very […]
ENG: ”Who Could That Be at This Hour?” [London]
10.30 am, Clapham Common station.
A young girl with ginger hair and freckles all over her face seats close to me on the bench of the tube station. A woman, must be her mother because they are like two peas in a pod, joins her immediately: ‘Here you go’ says to her…
ENG: Siddharta [Faenza, IT]
A girl is crouching and leaning against the 3rd platform’s column, far away from all the students and employees who are waiting the train to Bologna; she wears a blue skirt, a leather jacket and black boots. A hot wind blows, trailing with it some sand, a red impalpable sand that comes from the Sahara…
ENG: Red Rising [London]
London, 9 pm.
A young man in an elegant tuxedo jumps quickly on the bus number 87 in Charing Cross.
He seats near the window and the red sun lights up his face. He suddenly puts on his sunglasses and opening his leather bag he pulls out a book: Red Rising by Pierce Brown.
Browsing through the book, the guy struggles to find the last page he read, but once found it, with the face laying on the bus’ window…
ENG: Wit And Wisdom [Cesena, IT]
On the train which is returning from the sea, a middle-aged lady in her beachwear has a book in her hands. It is nearly opened like she doesn’t want to ruin the glue of the paperback edition: She reads Wit and Wisdom by Oscar Wilde. She doesn’t seem very interested on what She is reading and the feeling is as if she had chosen the wrong book from the bookshelf before going out this morning.
ENG: The House of The Spirits [London]
Clapham Junction, 9 am. It is a gloomy and windy morning on the platform 11 and the train to Kingston Upon Thames is delayed. Close to me, a girl with black hair, blue eyes and a mix of coloured clothes on top is leaning next to the wall. She looks very tired and annoyed, she […]
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