دانلود رمان انگلیسی “زندگی بزرگ، بزرگ و زیبا”

THERE’S AN OLD saying about stories, and how there are always three versions of them: yours, mine, and the truth. The guy who first said it worked in the film business, but it holds true for journalism too. We’re not really supposed to take sides. We’re supposed to deal in facts. Facts add up to truth. Fact: Robert Evans—producer, studio exec, and actor, who coined that catchy mantra about the truth—was married seven times. Fact: I, Alice Scott—staff writer for The Scratch, aspiring biographer, not much else—am not even officially the girlfriend of the man I’ve been dating for seven months. Fact: At five feet and nine inches tall, Robert Evans was the exact same height as I am. Fact: My entire life is quite possibly about to change, and instead of sprinting up the walkway to the quaint picket fence separating me from a lifelong dream, I’m sitting in my rental car, blasting air-conditioning and reading the IMDb page of a man whose name I’d never heard three minutes ago, because his quote about stories popped into my head and also because I’m stalling. I’m more excited than nervous, but there are still a great deal of nerves vibrating through me. With one last deep breath, I turn off the car and pop the door open. Immediately the dense midday heat of a Georgia summer hits me from all sides, a familiar and deeply loved sensation that’s only improved by the salty sea breeze sweeping in off the water surrounding Little Crescent Island. I double-check that I have my notebook, voice recorder, and pens, then bump the door shut and stoop to check my rapidly dampening bangs in the side mirror. I try to school my grin into an expression of neutrality. It’s important that I play this cool.