Ok, do un indizio pesante. Il romanzo è di una scrittrice emigrata negli USA dall'Europa, e ha iniziato la sua carriera di scrittrice proprio negli USA.
Ultimissimo indizio (pesante) e poi do il titolo. Il protagonista del romanzo è un architetto per il quale la scrittrice si è ispirata a Frank Lloyd Wright.
Il romanzo non l'ho ancora letto, ma dagli indizi presumo si tratti di La fonte meravigliosa di Ayn Rand.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Esatto, proprio quello! Uno dei miei romanzi preferiti, che ha introdotto temi che poi l'autrice avrebbe affrontato in maniera più decisa (e più pesante) nel suo tomo La rivolta di Atlante. Uno dei romanzi più "americani" che abbia mai letto.
A te.
Mi ero scordato di rispondere, scusate. 
Ecco la citazione:
La neve coronava le creste dell’**** **** e si estendeva in chiazze madreperlacee sulle sue pendici boscose, come gioielli su un abito di seta verde. Nel fondovalle, un corso d’acqua frettoloso guizzava fra le rocce. Il vento pungente che soffiava verso l’entroterra dal mare del **** portava folate di nevischio e di grandine.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Troppo facile: Un luogo chiamato libertà di Ken Follett
Eh già, proprio quello.
Mi devo impegnare a citare romanzi più complicati da indovinare. Qualche idea per le prossime volte ce l'ho.
A te.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Più che altro è stato facile individuare le parole nascoste, e da lì è stata una logica conclusione.
"[...] A tutti capita di cadere. Ma è quando non ti togli il fango dalle ginocchia e non ti rimetti in marcia - quando fai entrare il fango nella carne - che i graffi diventano cicatrici."
È un libro che non figura nella Reading challenge di Lady Monica per la stagione in cui è ambientato
Sono molto arrugginita, aspetterò un altro indizio per provare a indovinare... 
Chi mi conosce su Barriera sa dove dovrebbe orientare geograficamente le ricerche dell'autore...
Se non sbaglio allora bisogna puntare al Nord Europa, vero? Purtroppo sono molto scarsa con gli autori nordici... Se nessuno tenta, proverò a googlare
Libro recentissimo...
Autore norvegese semi-esordiente in Italia....se per stasera nessuno ci ha manco provato dò la soluziuone e posto qualcosa di più facile...
Va bene. Era Il lungo inverno di Dan Kaspersen di Levi Heriksen.
Più tardi o domano posto un nuovo libro
