J. A. Alba: Danne, Kartoniert / Broschiert
Danne
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- Verlag:
- Garamond, 06/2025
- Einband:
- Kartoniert / Broschiert
- Sprache:
- Englisch
- ISBN-13:
- 9798998804007
- Artikelnummer:
- 12345701
- Umfang:
- 294 Seiten
- Gewicht:
- 481 g
- Maße:
- 229 x 152 mm
- Stärke:
- 17 mm
- Erscheinungstermin:
- 3.6.2025
- Hinweis
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Achtung: Artikel ist nicht in deutscher Sprache!
Klappentext
He never got the tattoo. But he still wears the scar. In a city where grief rides the subway and saints wear rosaries stamped Made in China, Danne Almonte is unraveling-fast. Trapped between memory and madness, love and obsession, he drifts through Washington Heights like a ghost in his own story-haunted by the dragon tattoo he never got, a bond he couldn't hold, and a girl who sees through him in ways he's not ready to face. Annie isn't a muse. She's a mirror. And when they meet on a weathered Hudson pier, something starts. Not a romance. Not quite a reckoning. More like a whispered dare: face what you've buried. As Danne spirals through surreal therapy sessions, bodega prophecies, ancestral hauntings, and love stories that feel more like emotional exorcisms, the line between memory and reality begins to blur. Truth warps. Time folds. And the people he trusts most may be fragments of himself, wearing someone else's face. Told with razor-sharp voice, dream logic, and a heart cracked wide open, DANNE is a genre-defying urban epic-equal parts coming-of-age tragedy, philosophical fever dream, and spiritual love letter to the Heights. Laced with Dominican folklore, streetwise humor, gender defiance, and metaphysical hauntings, it's a story about the marks we carry, the ghosts we inherit, and the love we think we don't deserve. If you've ever stood on the edge of becoming-and feared what it would cost to jump-this book will find you. It's a story about the violence of narrative-how we write ourselves into myths to survive what we can't face. How silence becomes both sanctuary and suffocation. And how truth doesn't always arrive like a bullet- but like a whisper, a click, a can rolling to an open hand. This isn't a redemption arc. It's a reckoning.
