Sospetto corretto: l'autore lo avete azzeccato.
Beh visto come spiattella l'argomento 'reincarnazione' così senza pudore, dovrebbe essere il Vagabondo delle Stelle 
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Centro! Palla a Neshira.
Ok. Questo non credo di averlo mai messo:
Quando il vecchio gli aveva chiesto il favore di portargli dei libri, indicando molto chiaramente i suoi gusti - sofferenze, amori sfortunati e lieti fini - il dentista si era reso conto che si trovava davanti un incarico difficile da assolvere
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"Il vecchio che leggeva romanzi d'amore"?
Eh, avevo i ldubbio che fosse troppo facile ^^'. Vai @Eddard Seaworth
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No, andate voi. Non ho libri da postare o consultare. Sono in ospedale e non so quando uscirò...
Ahia. Pronta guarigione 
Passo anche io, quello di prima era l'ultimo libro 'indovinabile' che avevo sottomano, quelli che ho ora sul kindle ve li risparmio. Chi vuole vada pure, magari @Il Lord che aveva indovinato London prima
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Dalla regia mi hanno avvisato che sarebbe il mio turno, procedo salvo obiezioni.
Dato che le volte scorse i miei libri erano indovinati subito, ho scandagliato la mia libreria per trovare qualcosa di più impegnativo, vediamo se sarà così. Ecco l'incipit:
Quando mio padre alla fine morì, lasciò l'abbonamento dei Redskins a mio fratello, la casa in Shepard Street a mia sorella e la casa di Martha's Vineyard a me. L'abbonamento alla squadra di football era, naturalmente, il pezzo più pregiato dell'eredità, ma d'altra parte Addison era sempre stato il prediletto e il più gran tifoso, l'unico di noi figli prossimo a condividere la passione ossessiva di mio padre, nonché l'unico di noi che gli rivolgesse ancora la parola al momento dell'ultima stesura del testamento.
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)
Un indizio: la famiglia di cui si parla nell'incipit fa parte dell'élite benestante afroamericana (dagli elementi geografici si sarà intuito che la storia è ambientata negli Stati Uniti).
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)
Se c'è Martha' Vineyard in qualche modo c'entra Nuntacket...ma con gli afroamericani e il baseball non riesco a collegarli.
In realtà non ricordo che compaia l'isola di Nantucket, anche se è un romanzo che mi regalarono molti anni fa.
Il libro in questione è l'opera prima di un autore afroamericano, ed è stato per 11 settimane nella lista dei best seller del New York Times.
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)
Forse stavolta ho scelto un libro troppo difficile. 
Si tratta di un thriller in ambito politico e universitario.
Altra citazione:
<<Il doppio Excelsior con cavallo è un famoso problema scacchistico, dottore, ed è una delizia. L'unico problema è che è impossibile. Ascolta.>> Si sporge verso di me, puntandogli contro un dito ossuto come se stesse lanciandomi un maleficio. <<L'Excelsior ha una serie di regole molto chiare e molto elementari. In un Excelsior, un pedone bianco parte dalla sua casa madre e fa esattamente 5 mosse, spostandosi di due caselle alla prima e di una per ciascuna delle mosse successive finendo sull'ottava casella. E anche se sei senza dubbio arrugginito, dottore, sono sicuro che ricorderai cosa succede quando un pedone arriva sull'ottava casella. Eh? >> <<Viene promosso>> borbotto irritato come un bambino alla sua prima lezione.
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)
La prima citazione mi diceva vagamente qualcosa, ma questa ha particolari facilmente googlabili: ora so il titolo, ma ahimè non avevo mai sentito nominare né il libro né il suo autore 
Se nessun altro vuole fare un tentativo, puoi dare la soluzione.
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)
