Displayed (written) info :
ISABEL ALLENDE City of the Beasts a tale of magic and adventure from the heart of the jungle
Credits (Main Page):
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Copyright Holder
[©2002]
:
Isabel Allende
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Jacket Photography By
:
Sandro Sodano
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Portrait Photograph By
[©2002]
:
William Gordon
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Translation Copyright
[©2002]
[Spanish To English]
:
Margaret Sayers Peden
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Imprint
:
Flamingo
(Imprint)
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Printed & Bound By
:
Clays Ltd.
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Printed & Bound By
:
St Ives PLC
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Printed & Bound In
:
Great Britain
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Published By
:
Flamingo
(Imprint)
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Binding type :
Sewed and adhesive binding
Description (by producer & GT in English only) :
'At that moment, Nadia sat up straight and made a sign not to speak. Borobá, the little monkey, began to jump up and down and shriek, very agitated, but Nadia quickly calmed it by whispering in its ear. Alex had the impression that the monkey understood its owner's words perfectly. All he could see were the shadows of the vegetation and the black mirror of the water, but it was obvious that something had captured Nadia's attention, because she got to her feet. In the distance, he heard the sound of someone strumming a guitar in the village. If he turned, he could see lights in the houses behind him, but they were alone at the river. Nadia gave a long, sharp cry that to Alex's ears sounded exactly like an owl, and an instant later, a similar cry answered from the other bank...'