Abigail
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Abigail

Magda Szabó2020
"Of all Szabó's novels, Abigail deserves the widest readership . . . Brilliantly written" TIBOR FISCHER "Szabó is skilful at creating moments of heart-rending tension, often through exquisite, evocative prose . . . the novel has a devastating power" Spectator A teenage girl's difficult journey towards adulthood in a time of war. Of all her novels, Magda Szabó's Abigail is the most widely read in her native Hungary. Now, fifty years after it was written, it appears for the first time in English, joining Katalin Street and The Door in a loose trilogy about the impact of war on those who have to live with the consequences. It is late 1943 and Hitler, exasperated by the slowness of his Hungarian ally to act on the "Jewish question" and alarmed by the weakness on his southern flank, is preparing to occupy the country. Foreseeing this, and concerned for his daughter's safety, a Budapest father decides to send her to a boarding school away from the capital. A lively, sophisticated, somewhat spoiled teenager, she is not impressed by the reasons she is given, and when the school turns out to be a fiercely Puritanical one in a provincial city a long way from home, she rebels outright. Her superior attitude offends her new classmates and things quickly turn sour. It is the start of a long and bitter learning curve that will open her eyes to her arrogant blindness to other people's true motives and feelings. Exposed for the first time to the realities of life for those less privileged than herself, and increasingly confronted by evidence of the more sinister purposes of the war, she learns lessons about the nature of loyalty, courage, sacrifice and love. Translated from the Hungarian by Len Rix
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Marion @fleurdawns
5 stars
Mar 24, 2024

I would pay to read this book again without knowing what’s in store for me. The ups and downs of girlhood, relationships, and life itself. I loved it thoroughly.

+4
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Eszter Baranyi@eszti-chan
2.5 stars
Apr 18, 2022

Hated the 2/3 of the book, loved the rest and the ending

+5
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ella@ellasreadings
3 stars
Jul 31, 2024
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rachel@r4chll
4 stars
Jul 18, 2024
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erika s@arikeee
3.5 stars
Jul 7, 2024
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fi@miffybitch
5 stars
Jun 30, 2024
+3
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jo@jlnsoh
5 stars
May 27, 2024
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cyn@bookbear
5 stars
Feb 17, 2024
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Gen@blacksouldress
3.5 stars
Jan 29, 2024
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I'm lazy @1485reader
5 stars
Jun 18, 2023
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maryam@meowyam
4 stars
Feb 15, 2024
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A kabel @me0wme0w
5 stars
Jan 8, 2024
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Miri@miriamlauren
4 stars
Mar 29, 2023

Highlights

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Marion @fleurdawns

life, for all its horrors, was wonderful, and of all those wonders the most precious was youth.

Page 301
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Marion @fleurdawns

It’s not a tragedy and it wasn’t one yesterday.

Page 190
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cyn@bookbear

She was oppressed by a consciousness of living in a world of strangers, subject to rules that constantly disrupted the rhythm of her life, and where everything that belonged to her, everything that was part of her, seemed far away.

Page 253
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cyn@bookbear

Like hungry little foxes, they were always on the qui vive, looking to squeeze out every bit of fun they could in the thicket of rules and regulations and constant supervision. It was a never-ending quest, in which twenty pairs of shoulders and twenty young minds forever looking for love and laughter supported and sustained one another.

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cyn@bookbear

She was among sisters, nineteen of them. After that stormy start to the year, and those painful early confrontations, she now lived among them in an intimacy and harmony such as she had never known before.

Page 160
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cyn@bookbear

Sometimes a nightmare can be so cruel, so murderous, so horrifying and hope-destroying that it leaves you whimpering and moaning for someone to come and wake you.

Page 75
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Marion @fleurdawns

Much later, when there were no more secrets to distract her, and her eyes were no longer blinded by misery to such important new experiences, she would look back and remember her first encounter with the Great Plain, in the bleak light of autumn, so different from the deep luxuriant glow of summer.

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