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Having accepted a strange but intriguing invitation to a French island, psychiatrist Robert Hendricks meets the man who has commissioned him to write a biography. But his subject seems more interested in finding out about Robert's past than he does in revealing his own. For years, Robert has refused to discuss his past. After the war ended, he refused to go to reunions, believing in some way that denying the killing and the deaths of his friends and fellow soldiers would mean he wouldn't be defined by the experience. Suddenly, he can't keep the memories from overtaking him. But can he trust his memories and can we believe what other people tell us about theirs?
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Where My Heart Used to Beat, Sebastian Faulks
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- Released
- 2015
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- Language
- English
- Authors
- Sebastian Faulks
- Publisher
- Bond Street Books
- Released
- 2015
- Format
- Paperback
- Pages
- 336
- ISBN10
- 0385678991
- ISBN13
- 9780385678995
- Series
- Tags
- Fiction, Historical Themes, Historical Fiction, Love, Military Fiction, Wars, World War II, Southern Europe, Italy, Sexuality & Intimacy, World War I (1914–1918), Rome, Islands, Roma, Gypsies, Psychiatry, Neurology, Human Mind
- Rating
- 3.55 out of 5
- Description
- Having accepted a strange but intriguing invitation to a French island, psychiatrist Robert Hendricks meets the man who has commissioned him to write a biography. But his subject seems more interested in finding out about Robert's past than he does in revealing his own. For years, Robert has refused to discuss his past. After the war ended, he refused to go to reunions, believing in some way that denying the killing and the deaths of his friends and fellow soldiers would mean he wouldn't be defined by the experience. Suddenly, he can't keep the memories from overtaking him. But can he trust his memories and can we believe what other people tell us about theirs?