As Far as the Stars. Virginia Macgregor
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Название: As Far as the Stars

Автор: Virginia Macgregor

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Учебная литература

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isbn: 9780008217334

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       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       DAY 2: SUNDAY 20TH AUGUST, 2017

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

       Chapter Twenty-Seven

       Chapter Twenty-Eight

       Chapter Twenty-Nine

       Chapter Thirty

       Chapter Thirty-One

       DAY 3: MONDAY 21ST AUGUST, 2017

       Chapter Thirty-Two

       Chapter Thirty-Three

       Chapter Thirty-Four

       Chapter Thirty-Five

       Chapter Thirty-Six

       Chapter Thirty-Seven

       Chapter Thirty-Eight

       Chapter Thirty-Nine

       Chapter Forty

       Chapter Forty-One

       Chapter Forty-Two

       Chapter Forty-Three

       Chapter Forty-Four

       Chapter Forty-Five

       Chapter Forty-Six

       Chapter Forty-Seven

       DAY 4: TUESDAY 22ND AUGUST, 2017

       Chapter Forty-Eight

       Chapter Forty-Nine

       One Year Later

       Chapter Fifty

       Chapter Fifty-One

       Acknowledgements

       About the Publisher

       SATURDAY 19TH AUGUST, 2017

      On the I-81, heading for Nashville, a yellow Buick comes to an abrupt halt.

      A girl swerves onto the hard shoulder and hits the brakes.

      Then she checks the message on her phone again.

       Damn it!

      She thumps the steering wheel.

      She checks the clock on the dashboard, takes a breath and then puts the car back into gear.

      She takes the next exit, gets back onto the I-81 and heads back to DC, praying that her brother’s plane will be on time.

      A continent away, a pilot looks at the paper model sitting on the dashboard in his cockpit: a warbler, a tiny bird that can fly for three days across the Atlantic without landing.

      He never takes it for granted: how miraculous this is, to be up here, hundreds of miles from the earth. And at night, to see the stars, up close.

      He thinks of his son, who made the paper bird. In a few hours, they’ll be together and then a holiday, just the two of them. He’s going to try harder this time.

      Beyond the paper bird, through the thick glass windows, the sky is that endless kind of blue. His eyes aren’t big enough to take it all in.

      It’s morning. The day is starting.

      It’s going to be a beautiful day, the pilot thinks. A beautiful flight. Not a whisper of wind. A smooth parabola through the sky from one continent to the other.

      He’s done this route hundreds of times. Sometimes, he jokes that he could do it in his sleep.

      He cranes his neck and looks down. They’re passing the west coast of Ireland. In a few more minutes they’ll leave behind the land and then, for thousands of miles, it’ll be just him and his passengers and crew, flying between sea and sky.

      There are times when he’s so happy up here that he wishes he could fly for ever. That there was no land to go back to.

      The plane is flying steady now. He switches the controls to autopilot; there’s no more need for his intervention, not for a good while.

      He sits back and looks back out at the sky.

      Across the Atlantic, at Dulles International Airport in DC, a seventeen-year-old boy waits by the arrivals gate. He sits on the floor, his back pressed into the wall.

      It’ll be hours before his father’s plane lands, but he doesn’t mind waiting. Airports are like home for him. He’s good at blocking out the noise and the people. All those comings and goings.

      He pulls a scrap of paper out of his backpack and starts folding.

      A few miles off the coast of western Ireland, where the sea is so deep it’s black, a fisherman stands in his boat, pulling in a net. He’s been out since before light.

      He hears the drone of the engine before he sees the plane. He lives under the flight path, so over the years he’s become used to the sound, to how the rhythm of the planes weave between the currents of the sea.

      But still, it takes him by surprise: to see them up there, those big metal birds, carrying all those people through the sky.

      The sea he understands: a wooden raft СКАЧАТЬ