دانلود رمان انگلیسی “آغازهای تازه و پرنور در «ساختمان سی هیون»”

Callie lugged her suitcase up the steep path to the cottage and paused for a moment, looking up. Easing her motorway stiffened shoulders, she took in the view. The house was postcard pretty. Against a brilliantly blue Dorset sky, it was painted the palest pink with a roof of deep grey slate. Gorgeous. Her painter’s fingers twitched. She followed the path a little further. Uphill, uneven and pebbly, it made pulling her case extra tricky. Relief that it was all as advertised, and she’d actually got here tempered the headache which a peak holiday season Saturday on the M5 had caused. The journey had taken three times as long as it should, and having to squeeze her car next to a battered Fiat hadn’t improved her mood. The cottage’s tiny parking space was located at the bottom of this track and off the steep Harbour Hill.