ISBN: 9798188527921 - the jasmine weaver: a novel (6 résultats)

Taschenbuch. Etat : Neu. Neuware - For forty years, Kamala has knelt in the dark before dawn on Nadar Lane, threading jasmine buds into garlands for the Meenakshi Amman Temple in Madurai. It is the only life she has ever known, the craft her mother taught her, the craft that brought her a husband, a son, and a quiet, unbroken sense of purpose. Then a freak storm sends a runaway girl named Amudha under her stall's awning, soaked and wary and carrying nothing but a mother's careful teaching in her own two hands, and Kamala does the one thing she cannot undo. She offers her a stool. What Kamala cannot admit, not to her son and barely to herself, is that her eyesight is failing. The blur at the edges of her vision grows wider every month, threatening the one skill she has built her entire identity around. Her son wants her to sell the family home and move somewhere safer. A machine-made garland shop two lanes over threatens to end a tradition that has outlasted empires. And the girl she has quietly begun to love as her own has a past that may not be finished with her yet. Across one unforgettable festival season, Kamala must fight before a skeptical temple committee to save the handmade tradition she has given her life to, build a cooperative that can carry the craft beyond her own two hands, and finally decide whether letting people help her is surrender or the truest kind of strength. Everything comes to a head during the ten thousand garlands of the Chithirai festival, when Kamala's exhausted, aging hands and Amudha's steady young ones must finish, together, the single garland destined to hang above the goddess herself. The Jasmine Weaver is a quiet, luminous novel about grief and inheritance, about what we owe the crafts and the people who raised us, and about the particular courage it takes to teach someone else everything you know before your own hands, or eyes, are ready to stop. It is a story for anyone who has ever loved a piece of work enough to be afraid of losing it, and anyone who has discovered, often too late, that the truest family is sometimes the one we choose to build with our own two hands.…

Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. For forty years, Kamala has knelt in the dark before dawn on Nadar Lane, threading jasmine buds into garlands for the Meenakshi Amman Temple in Madurai. It is the only life she has ever known, the craft her mother taught her, the craft that brought her a husband, a son, and a quiet, unbroken sense of purpose. Then a freak storm sends a runaway girl named Amudha under her stall's awning, soaked and wary and carrying nothing but a mother's careful teaching in her own two hands, and Kamala does the one thing she cannot undo. She offers her a stool. What Kamala cannot admit, not to her son and barely to herself, is that her eyesight is failing. The blur at the edges of her vision grows wider every month, threatening the one skill she has built her entire identity around. Her son wants her to sell the family home and move somewhere safer. A machine-made garland shop two lanes over threatens to end a tradition that has outlasted empires. And the girl she has quietly begun to love as her own has a past that may not be finished with her yet. Across one unforgettable festival season, Kamala must fight before a skeptical temple committee to save the handmade tradition she has given her life to, build a cooperative that can carry the craft beyond her own two hands, and finally decide whether letting people help her is surrender or the truest kind of strength. Everything comes to a head during the ten thousand garlands of the Chithirai festival, when Kamala's exhausted, aging hands and Amudha's steady young ones must finish, together, the single garland destined to hang above the goddess herself. The Jasmine Weaver is a quiet, luminous novel about grief and inheritance, about what we owe the crafts and the people who raised us, and about the particular courage it takes to teach someone else everything you know before your own hands, or eyes, are ready to stop. It is a story for anyone who has ever loved a piece of work enough to be afraid of losing it, and anyone who has discovered, often too late, that the truest family is sometimes the one we choose to build with our own two hands. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. For forty years, Kamala has knelt in the dark before dawn on Nadar Lane, threading jasmine buds into garlands for the Meenakshi Amman Temple in Madurai. It is the only life she has ever known, the craft her mother taught her, the craft that brought her a husband, a son, and a quiet, unbroken sense of purpose. Then a freak storm sends a runaway girl named Amudha under her stall's awning, soaked and wary and carrying nothing but a mother's careful teaching in her own two hands, and Kamala does the one thing she cannot undo. She offers her a stool. What Kamala cannot admit, not to her son and barely to herself, is that her eyesight is failing. The blur at the edges of her vision grows wider every month, threatening the one skill she has built her entire identity around. Her son wants her to sell the family home and move somewhere safer. A machine-made garland shop two lanes over threatens to end a tradition that has outlasted empires. And the girl she has quietly begun to love as her own has a past that may not be finished with her yet. Across one unforgettable festival season, Kamala must fight before a skeptical temple committee to save the handmade tradition she has given her life to, build a cooperative that can carry the craft beyond her own two hands, and finally decide whether letting people help her is surrender or the truest kind of strength. Everything comes to a head during the ten thousand garlands of the Chithirai festival, when Kamala's exhausted, aging hands and Amudha's steady young ones must finish, together, the single garland destined to hang above the goddess herself. The Jasmine Weaver is a quiet, luminous novel about grief and inheritance, about what we owe the crafts and the people who raised us, and about the particular courage it takes to teach someone else everything you know before your own hands, or eyes, are ready to stop. It is a story for anyone who has ever loved a piece of work enough to be afraid of losing it, and anyone who has discovered, often too late, that the truest family is sometimes the one we choose to build with our own two hands. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…