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La conmovedora e inolvidable historia de una familia y su maravillosamente neurótico perro, quien les enseña lo que realmente importa en la vida.

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La conmovedora e inolvidable historia de una familia y su maravillosamente neurótico perro, quien les enseña lo que realmente importa en la vida.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061777110
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 11/18/2008
  • Language: Spanish
  • Edition description: Spanish Language Edition
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 424,369
  • Product dimensions: 8.08 (w) x 5.22 (h) x 0.91 (d)

Meet the Author

John Grogan is the author of the #1 international bestseller Marley & Me: Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog, the bestselling middle-grade memoir Marley: A Dog Like No Other, and three #1 best-selling picture books: Bad Dog, Marley!, A Very Marley Christmas, and Marley Goes to School. John lives with his wife and their three children in the Pennsylvania countryside.

John Grogan ha sido un premiado reportero gráfico y columnista por más de veinticinco años. Vive en Pensilvania con su esposa Jenny y sus tres hijos.


Classifying a writer as an "overnight success years in the making" is something of a cliché, but in John Grogan's case, that designation is undeniably accurate. In fact, his claim that it took him twenty-five years to get to the point where his debut novel hit #10 on the coveted New York Times Bestseller List in its first week and amazingly was already in its twelfth printing after a mere seven weeks on the shelves, doesn't even provide the complete picture. If one takes into account the fact that Grogan has been a devoted and disciplined writer since he began keeping a journal as a young boy, his tale reads more like an overnight success story a lifetime in the making.

Perhaps most impressive of all is the book that became a whirlwind sensation as soon as it was released. Marley & Me: Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog is a simple, lovingly rendered memoir about a man and his dog -- not exactly the stuff of lurid controversy. However, it is a testament to the universal power of a personal, witty, honest remembrance that Marley & Me has become such a smash success. It's not just any book that manages to get a "thumbs up" from Janet Maslin, famed literary critic of the New York Times. "Mr. Grogan knew the workings of Marley's mind," she observed in her career-making write up. "He makes that abundantly clear in Marley & Me, a very funny valentine to all those four-legged ‘big, dopey, playful galumphs that seemed to love life with a passion not often seen in this world.'"

Throughout the memoir, Marley manages to get into all manners of mischief -- from smashing and trashing the Grogan home in a variety of ways, to ruining friendly get togethers with his excessive drooling, to embarking on canine panty raids. Throughout it all, the 97-pound Labrador retriever is never anything less than lovable, and Grogan and his wife Jenny display nearly saint-like patience for Marley's rowdy tendencies -- well, they do at least most of the time.

Although humor plays a tremendous role in Grogan's immensely entertaining shaggy dog story (sorry about that, folks), he also uses Marley's misadventures as a means for relating his own story, which isn't always a delightful romp. The reader is carried through tough times in the Grogan household, such as the miscarriage of their first child. However, Marley's presence makes such moments of heartache a bit more bearable for both the young couple and the reader.

Grogan credits his ability to vividly recount such key moments in his life to his decades of devoted journal keeping. "I've been a faithful journal keeper since grade school," Grogan confided, "and many of my published pieces got their start as rough journal entries... Many readers have asked how I remembered detailed moments and dialogue in Marley & Me. I didn't. Many of those scenes came directly out of lengthy journal entries I had written within hours of the event, and that's what I credit for giving those scenes their immediacy."

Marley & Me has undeniably struck a massive chord with dog lovers and critics alike. The accolades this modest memoir has received are truly impressive; Booklist deemed it "A warm, friendly -memoir-with-dog" and Publishers Weekly concurred that "Dog lovers will love this account of Grogan's much loved canine." And let us not forget about that crucial blessing from the New York Times. Not bad for a first-effort that is essentially the story of a "boy" and his dog.

"It took me 25 years to find my way here, but the last few months have been like a rollercoaster ride," says Grogan. "I'm holding on for dear life and watching, with equal parts exhilaration and terror, where it will take me."

Good To Know

A few fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Grogan:

"Before moving to Pennsylvania in 1999, I played bass in a newsroom rock band in South Florida for several years. The band was comprised of reporters and writers from my paper, the Sun-Sentinel, and the Miami Herald. Fortunately for me, everyone else was considerably better than I was, which allowed us to get paying gigs in clubs and bars. On many nights we sounded pretty bad, but occasionally, when all the pistons were firing in unison, when the gods of rhythm and harmony were smiling down, we actually rocked. It was enough to make me believe in magic. Those moments remain some of the best and most fun of my life."

"Along with my technology-suspicious friend, Dave, I'm a Luddite in Training. Even though I'm totally dependent on modern electronic gizmos, from my laptop to my iPod to my cell phone, I love to embrace old technology or no technology at all. I collect old rusty hand tools and sharpen and polish them, then use them to build things out of walnut and cherry that I harvest from fallen trees in the woods. I keep chickens in the backyard for their fresh eggs and would have a goat instead of a lawnmower if I thought I could get away with it. I garden without synthetic inputs and take great joy in turning old potato peelings and coffee grinds into compost. I'm the crazy man in the neighborhood who favors a scythe (you know, like the grim reaper carries) over a gasoline-powered weed whacker. Besides being an efficient cutting tool, the scythe is great for scaring away nettlesome youngsters on Devil's Night."

"I'm pathologically incapable of making decisions. Just ask my wife how long it took me to propose -- on second thought, best not to bring it up. You don't want to be with me while I'm trying to order at a Chinese restaurant. Sometimes, a guy just can't choose between the cashew chicken and the sweet and sour."

"In my first week in my first newspaper job out of college, I was a green-as-could-be 21-year-old, I was sent out to write about a murder victim whose body was found several days after it had been dumped in the woods. It was a hot June and the smell was horrendous. Flies were buzzing everywhere. I grew up in a quiet little suburban town on a lake outside Detroit; I'd never seen anything more horrific than a flattened chipmunk, and now here in front of me was this poor, decomposing man. I stood around with the cops, waiting for the coroner to show up and trying to look nonchalant. A veteran state trooper looked down at my brand-new suede shoes I had bought for the new job, and said, ‘You can kiss those goodbye. They'll never lose this smell.' And he was right. I don't know how or when or where, but with all of you as my witnesses, I vow that scene will someday end up in a book."

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    1. Hometown:
      Emmaus, Pennsylvania
    1. Date of Birth:
      March 20, 1957
    2. Place of Birth:
      Detroit, Michigan
    1. Education:
      B.A. in Journalism and English, Central Michigan University, 1979; M.A. in Journalism, The Ohio State University, 1986
    2. Website:

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Marley y yo
La vida y el amor con el peor perro del mundo

Capítulo Uno

Y con el cachorro somos tres

Éramos jóvenes y estábamos enamorados. Nos regodeábamos en esos primeros y sublimes días de matrimonio, cuando se tiene la impresión de que la vida no puede ser mejor.

Pero no podíamos vivir solos.

Así que una tarde de enero de 1991, mi esposa, con quien llevaba casado quince meses, y yo comimos algo rápido y nos marchamos para responder a un anuncio que había salido en el Palm Beach Post.

Yo no tenía nada claro por qué lo hacíamos. Unas semanas antes, me había despertado poco después de amanecer y había descubierto que la cama junto a la mía estaba vacía. Me levanté y encontré a Jenny con el albornoz puesto, sentada a la mesa de cristal que había en el porche cerrado de nuestra casita, inclinada sobre el diario con un bolígrafo en la mano.

La escena no era inusual. El Palm Beach Post no sólo era nuestro diario local, sino que también era la fuente de la mitad de nuestros ingresos, ya que éramos una pareja de periodistas profesionales. Jenny escribía editoriales en la sección titulada «Accent » del Post, mientras que yo me ocupaba de las noticias en el diario rival, el Sun-Sentinel del sur de Florida, cuya sede estaba a una hora de Fort Lauderdale. Todas las mañanas, Jenny y yo nos dedicábamos tranquilamente a revisar los diarios para ver cómo habían publicado nuestras historias y cómo quedaban frente a lacompetencia, por lo cual hacíamos círculos en torno a algunos, recortábamos otros y subrayábamos líneas de ciertos otros.

Pero esa mañana, Jenny no tenía la nariz metida en las páginas de noticias, sino en las de anuncios. Cuando me acerqué, noté que hacía círculos enfebrecidos en la sección titulada «Cachorros-perros».

—Ah...—exclamé en esa voz aún gentil del marido recién casado—. ¿Hay algo que yo debería saber?

Jenny no respondió.

—¡Jen, Jen!

—Es por la planta—dijo finalmente, con una cierta desesperación en la voz.

—¿La planta?—pregunté.

—La maldita planta—dijo—. La que matamos.

¿La que matamos? Yo no tenía intención de aclarar el asunto en ese momento, pero quiero dejar constancia de que se trataba de la planta que yo le había regalado y que ella había matado. La cosa sucedió así. Una noche, la sorprendí llevándole de regalo una enorme y bonita dieffenbachia con hojas verdes, vetadas de color crema. «¿A qué se debe esto?», preguntó ella. Pero no había motivo alguno. Se la regalé sólo como una manera de decir: «¡Vaya, qué grandiosa es la vida de casados!»

Jenny quedó fascinada tanto con el gesto como con la planta, y me los agradeció abrazándome y dándome una beso en los labios. Después se dedicó de inmediato a matar mi regalo con la fría eficiencia de toda una asesina, aunque no lo hizo de manera intencionada, sino que la regó hasta matarla. Jenny y las plantas no se entendían. Basándose en el supuesto de que todas las cosas vivas necesitan agua, pero olvidándose al parecer de que también necesitan aire, procedió a anegar la planta todos los días.

—Ten cuidado de no regarla más de lo que debes—le advertí.

—Vale—me respondió, antes de añadirle varios litros más de agua.

Cuanto más padecía la planta, más la regaba ella, hasta que por fin se deshizo hasta formar una pila de restos herbáceos. Miré el lánguido esqueleto de la planta que había en la maceta junto a la ventana y pensé: ¡Lo que se entretendría alguien que creyera en los presagios al ver esto...!

Y allí estaba Jenny, haciendo una especie de salto cósmico de lógica desde la flora muerta en una maceta a la fauna viva en los anuncios clasificados sobre perros. Había dibujado tres grandes estrellas rojas junto a uno que leía: «Cachorros de labrador, amarillos. Raza pura avalada por la AKC.* Vacunados. Padres a la vista.»

—¿Quieres contarme una vez más ese asunto de la planta y el perro?

Mirándome con fijeza, dijo:

—Puse tanto empeño..., y mira lo que pasó. Ni siquiera puedo mantener viva una estúpida planta. ¿Y cuánto cuesta hacer eso? Lo único que hay que hacer es regar la maldita planta.

Pero después tocó el meollo del asunto.

—Si ni siquiera puedo mantener con vida una planta, ¿cómo haré para mantener con vida a una criatura?—dijo, al borde de las lágrimas.

El Asunto del Bebé, como lo había apodado yo, se había convertido para ella en algo constante, que crecía día tras día. Cuando nos conocimos, en un pequeño diario del oeste de Michigan, hacía pocos meses que Jenny se había licenciado y la seria vida de adultos aún era un concepto muy lejano. Aquél fue el primer trabajo profesional que tuvimos los dos después de licenciarnos. En esa época comíamos mucha pizza, bebíamos mucha cerveza y no dedicábamos ni un solo pensamiento a la posibilidad de que un día dejáramos de ser unos consumidores de pizza y cerveza jóvenes, solteros y libres.

Pero pasaron los años. Apenas habíamos empezado a salir juntos cuando se nos presentaron diversas oportunidades de trabajos—en mi caso, un programa de posgrado de un año—que nos dirigieron hacia lugares distintos de la zona este de Estados Unidos. Al comienzo estábamos a una hora de distancia en coche, pero después fueron tres horas, luego ocho horas y, por último, veinticuatro. Cuando por casualidad nos encontramos en el sur de Florida y pusimos fin a nuestros desencuentros, Jenny tenía casi treinta años. Sus amigas tenían niños y su cuerpo le enviaba extrañas señales. La oportunidad de procrear, que una vez había parecido eterna, disminuía lentamente.

Me acerqué a ella desde atrás, la rodeé con mis brazos y la besé en la cabeza.

—No pasa nada—le dije.

Pero tuve que reconocer que había puesto a debate una buena pregunta. Ninguno de los dos había criado nada en su vida.

Es cierto que los dos habíamos tenido animales domésticos cuando éramos niños, pero eso no contaba porque teníamos la seguridad de que nuestros padres se ocuparían de ellos. Ambos sabíamos que algún día querríamos tener hijos, pero ¿estábamos preparados para ello? Los niños daban... tanto... miedo... Eran indefensos, frágiles y parecía que fuesen a romperse con facilidad si se los dejaba caer.

Marley y yo
La vida y el amor con el peor perro del mundo
. Copyright © by John Grogan. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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    Posted May 9, 2013


    Marly is so cute.

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    Posted November 28, 2012


    Sorry,don't speak spanish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012


    Its ok

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012


    Sorry felll asleep

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2014

    Marley y yo

    Beuno libro. Es perfecto es :*) y me gusta mucho. Gracias y leer el libro

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2013

    The movie is sad =`[

    I saw the movie it's so sad Marley died

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