Maldito amor y otros cuentos (Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories)

Maldito amor y otros cuentos (Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories)

by Rosario Ferré

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Maldito amor y otros cuentos (Sweet Diamond Dust: And Other Stories) by Rosario Ferré

A finalist for the National Book Award for her 1995 novel, La Casa de la Laguna, Rosario Ferre is one of Latin America's most original and important writers. In the four stories that make up Maldito Amor Ferre explores the history of political and cultural struggle in her native Puerto Rico.

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ISBN-13: 9780375700637
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/28/1998
Edition description: Spanish-language Edition
Pages: 204
Product dimensions: 5.18(w) x 7.99(h) x 0.53(d)

About the Author

Rosario Ferré nació en 1938 en Ponce, una ciudad en las costa sur de Puerto Rico. Se graduó en el año 1960 de Manjattanville College con un título en literature inglesa. Luego obtuvo una maestría en literature española y latinoamericana en la Universidad de Puerto Rico, y años mas tarde, recibó su doctorado de la Universidad de Maryland.

Comenzó a escribir en la década de los años setenta como redactora y editora de la revista literaria Zona: Carga y Descarga, en la cual se publicaban trabajos de jóvenes escritores puertorriqueños. Colaboradora asidua de los rotativos El Nueva Día y el San Juan Star, Rosario Ferré ha explorado todos los géneros literarios al publicar relatos, poesía, ensayos, biografías y cuatro novelas. Fue galardonada con el premio Liberaturpries del 1992 en Francfort del main (Alemania), y la versión de lengua inglesa de su novela La casa de la laguna quedó como finalista del premio literario estadounidese National Book Award.

Rosario Ferré es reconocida hoy como una de las escritoras más importantes de Puerto Rico.

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Maldito Amor y Otros Cuentos 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ignore the haters! Every story has its ups and downs. If it was ACTION! ACTION! ACTION! the whole time, people would hate it. Keep doin what you do! :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You vary good at writing and a fast lerner of mistakes but you cloud be more descriptive.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What are you talking about? It was awesome. It keeps getting better. Lovelovelove this. You're are fantabulous!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was still very good, but not as good as the last one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The girl grabbed my arm. I jumped. She saw the lady with snakes for hair...too? Quick as lightning, she shoved me behind a pillar and pulled out-<p> An iPhone 5.<p> As she clutched the phone in her palms, it began to morph. Soon it was not an iPhone anymore - it was a sword, the blade curved, three feet of wicked silver steel.<p> I closed my eyes, shuddering. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, l slowly opened my eyes, just in time to see the girl simply stick her sword through the monster lady. With an unearthly screech, the medusa collapsed, turning into a puff of yellow dust.<br> "That was easy," the girl said casually, tossing her obsidian-black hair, hair so long that it brushed the back of her thighs. The sword was once again a smartphone, and she slipped it into her jeans pocket.<br> "Wha - what - h-how did you-" l spluttered, standing up using the column for support. "H-how did you - do that??"<br> The girl sighed. "Evanessa, do you know what demigods are?"<br> ""<br> As far as mornings go, this certainly was an eventful one. Step off the school bus and get confronted by an evil snake-haired lady. Have what you thought to be a perfectly normal girl make a cell phone turn into a sword (a SWORD, of all things) and stab the lady. Now she's talking to you about something called a demigod. The perfect picture of a normal school morning.<br> The girl sighed again. "Demigods are the children of Greek gods. They can see through the Mist and usually have learning disabilities. You're a demigod. I'm a demigod."<br> "What??"<br> "My name is Keira Wolf. I'm a daughter of Athena."<br> If l had not seen her demolish a snake-headed woman with an iPhone-turned-sword, l would have scoffed. But this situation was different.<br> "How do you know my name?" I asked as she grabbed my wrist.<br> "Long story." Keira pulled me towards the school grounds, away from Brighton's entrance.<br> "H-hey!" I yelled, pulling back. "Where are you taking me? Stop!"<br> "I'm going there." Keira pointed. It was a fountain with pennies glinting from the crystalline bottom . "Why?" I questioned.<br> She ignored me. From a pocket Keira withdrew a round gold coin with weird writing on it. Ancient Greek! I was reminded of a Social Studies class back in fifth grade, where the teacher taught the class the ancient Greek alphabet and how it shaped the modern English alphabet.<p> Keira tossed the coin in. It landed with a tiny plop and sank, turning, the light flashing off its polished faces. "Iris, O Goddess of the Rainbow," Keira recited. "Accept my offering."<br> Weird. The words she had just spoken sounded almost like a line from a My Little Pony movie. But Keira seemed utterly serious. Suddenly a mist drifted up out of the fountain's depths and hung right in front of her.<br> "Show me Chiron," Keira told the mist, "of Camp Half-Blood."<br> Weirder and weirder. In fact, this entire morning had been weird. A part of me didn't believe Keira; how could the Olympians be real? But then again, if l wasn't what she called a "demigod," how could l see weird monsters when nobody else could? And how could she know my name?<p> Suddenly, l gasped. A face had appeared in the mist, a middle-aged dude with scruffy brown hair, stubble, and intense, but warm, brown eyes. The face turned to me. "So..." he said. "Evanessa. You are about to leave for a new refuge, a place you will soon call home: Camp Half-Blood."
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