دانلود رمان انگلیسی “انسان‌های عزیز”

Before moving to Maine, neither Alex nor Margot had ever lived anywhere with a working fireplace. Their last apartment had the façade of a fireplace. They used the mantle to hold books, photos of the no-bio-relation kids who called them “aunt” and “uncle,” a bouquet of dried hydrangeas bought fresh the summer before preserved through neglect in a mason jar, but where the actual fire would be, just an electrical outlet, and so Margot purchased a set of six “pillar candles” for twenty-five dollars apiece at Pottery Barn and arranged them in the alcove to mask the outlet and never lit any of them. When none of the candles sold at their moving-away yard sale, Margot boxed them up with the other detritus of their lives and dropped them off at Goodwill the day before they drove their clothing and kitchen supplies boxed in the backseat of their Subaru Outback from Portland, Oregon to a small college town two-and-a-half hours north of Portland, Maine. In the weeks leading up to the move, Margot created a Pinterest board titled “New England Home.” Each of the living room photos she pinned had a fireplace, and next to the fireplace, a collection of logs and some means of storing those logs—often a black, wrought iron hoop or an inverted saddle, antique bronze, weathered brass. In Portland, Oregon, she purchased her own black, wrought iron log holder, which Bed Bath, & Beyond has already delivered to their store in Bangor, Maine. The log holder waiting for Margot in Maine looks something like a four-poster bedframe if each of the four posters was also a bayonet.