´ Whenever I resolve to write less and do something healthful instead, like ice dancing - some honey-tongued editor is sure... Zobraziť viac
Toby, a survivor of the man-made plague that has swept the earth, is telling stories. Stories left over from the old world, and stories that will determine a new one. Listening hard is young Blackbeard, one of the innocent Crakers, ... Zobraziť viac
By the author of The Handmaid's Tale and Alias Grace. In this collection of miscellaneous writings by Margaret Atwood, Gertrude describes what really happened in Hamlet, an ugly sister and a wicked stepmother put... Zobraziť viac
The evolution of Margaret Atwood's poetry illuminates a major literary talent. Through bus trips and postcards, wilderness and trivia, she reflects the passion and energy of a writer intensely engaged with her craft and the world... Zobraziť viac
The sun brightens in the east, reddening the blue-grey haze that marks the distant ocean. The vultures roosting on the hydro poles fan out their wings to dry them. the air smells faintly of burning. The waterless flood - a manmade plague ... Zobraziť viac
Pigs might not fly but they are strangely altered. So, for that matter, are wolves and racoons. A man, once named Jimmy, lives in a tree, wrapped in old bedsheets, now calls himself Snowman. The voice of Oryx, the woman he loved, teasingly haunts him... Zobraziť viac
Little, Brown Book Group: 'It stirs depths that Cat's Eye did not reach, and grants deeper stronger powers to women's... Zobraziť viac
Margaret Atwood takes the art of storytelling to new heights in a dazzling new novel that unfolds layer by astonishing layer and concludes in a brilliant and wonderfully satisfying twist. For the past twenty-five years, Margaret Atwood has written... Zobraziť viac
Virago: The sun brightens in the east, reddening the blue-grey haze that marks the distant ocean. The vultures roosting on... Zobraziť viac
Sometimes I whisper it over to myself: Murderess. Murderess. It rustles, like a taffeta skirt along the floor.' Grace Marks.... Zobraziť viac
Sometimes I whisper it over to myself: Murderess. Murderess. It rustles, like a taffeta skirt along the floor.' Grace Marks. Female fiend? Femme fatale?... Zobraziť viac