دانلود رمان انگلیسی “جایی که نور وارد می شود”

A girl I barely know anymore stares out at me from a grainy wedding photo. She has feathered hair and wears a delicate tea-length white dress. She walks behind two little boys—frozen forever in their earnest jackets and ties—who already have her heart. As she approaches the stark, slatted door of the U.N. Chapel, her smile gives no hint of the journey that brought them to this day. All these years later, as I sit on the big, soft couch in the sunroom in my home in Wilmington, Delaware, fragments of the promise made that day fill the room around me like a keepsake box—covering every inch of wall space with mementos, artwork, souvenirs, and pictures of our family. The sunroom is one of my favorite places in the world. The small room overlooks the lake behind our house, and I like to sit with my feet tucked up on the sofa, wrapped in a throw, grading papers from my classes at Northern Virginia Community College, where I’ve taught English and writing for the last ten years. It’s a room made for homeyness and comfort.