Alejandro Atchugarry. El héroe improbable.

Rutka Laskier barely lived to her teenage years. Before disappearing into the deadly smoke of Auschwitz in 1943, she left behind a notebook. Recovered after 60 years, the notebook opens a unique and moving window into the everyday life of Polish Jews caught in the throes of Hitler's Final Solution. Her mature reflections and youthful hope have reminded many readers of another young journal keeper: Anne Frank.

The International No. 1 Bestseller 'Cuts to the heart of who we are' Sunday Times 'A book that begs discussion' Vanity Fair All Lina wanted was to be desired. How did she end up in a marriage with two children and a husband who wouldn't touch her? All Maggie wanted was to be understood. How did she end up in a relationship with her teacher and then in court, a hated pariah in her small town? All Sloane wanted was to be admired. How did she end up a sexual object of men, including her husband, who liked to watch her have sex with other men and women? Three Women is a record of unmet needs,...

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Cuando eres niño, actúas con naturalidad y franqueza, precipitada y espontáneamente, sin sopesar las consecuencias de tus palabras o de tus obras. El lector me entenderá. Gabín llevaba años dando vueltas en mi memoria, aunque él es uno más de cuantos personajes aparecen en este libro y coprotagonizaron mi infancia, pero es el único que, aparte de los animalillos víctimas directas o indirectas de mis desmanes, merecía mi petición de perdón (que creo obtener con su mención en este volcado de mis recuerdos). Junto a Gabín, otros niños y niñas compartieron mis pocos y primeros...