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رمان انگلیسی غریبه The Stranger نوشته هارلن کوبن Harlan Coben ، یک داستان هیجان انگیز ،معمایی و پر رمز و راز را روایت می کند

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The Stranger

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غریبه

نویسنده:

Harlan Coben  

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دانلود کتاب رمان انگلیسی The Stranger نوشته Harlan Coben


درباره کتاب رمان انگلیسی غریبه از هارلن کوبن:

آدام پرایس ازدواج کرده و دو پسر دارد .آنها رندگی خوبی دارند و در سدرفیلد نیوجرسی زندگی می کنند. روزی مردی غریبه در سالن لژیون آمریکایی به سراغ او می آید (جایی که جلسه ای برای تیم لاکروز پسرش در آن برگزار شده است ) و به آدام می گوید که همسرش یک بارداری جعلی داشته است.

آدام نمی داند از این غریبه چه می گوید. ولی به نظر می رسد که حرف های غریبه باورپذیر است. او سعی می کند آنچه را که این مرد گفته نادیده بگیرد ولی به نوعی خود مقداری از حقیقت را در مورد حرف های آن غریبه می داند .

بعد از اینکه آدام  این موضوع را با همسرش در میان می گذارد ، او فرار می کند و به آدام می گوید که به او فرصت دهد.

با گذشت روزها ، آدام کشف می کند که این غریبه اسرار تاریک افراد را برای دیگران آشکار می کند و زندگی ها را نابود می کند. این غریبه کیست و چرا این اسرار را فاش می کند؟  چگونه می توان ان را متوقف کرد که زندگی های دیگری را نابود نکند؟

 

دانلود کتاب رمان انگلیسی The Stranger نوشته Harlan Coben

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The Stranger by Harlan Coben

The Stranger appears out of nowhere, perhaps in a bar, or a parking lot, or at the grocery store. His identity is unknown. His motives are unclear. His information is undeniable. Then he whispers a few words in your ear and disappears, leaving you picking up the pieces of your shattered world.

Adam Price has a lot to lose: a comfortable marriage to a beautiful woman, two wonderful sons, and all the trappings of the American Dream: a big house, a good job, a seemingly perfect life.

Then he runs into the Stranger. When he learns a devastating secret about his wife, Corinne, he confronts her, and the mirage of perfection disappears as if it never existed at all. Soon Adam finds himself tangled in something far darker than even Corinne’s deception, and realizes that if he doesn’t make exactly the right moves, the conspiracy he’s stumbled into will not only ruin lives—it will end them.

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The Stranger Quotes

“We get mad at someone for cutting us off in traffic or for taking too long to order at Starbucks or for not responding exactly as we see fit, and we have no idea that behind their facade, they may be dealing with some industrial-strength shit. Their lives may be in pieces. They may be in the midst of incalculable tragedy and turmoil, and they may be hanging on to their sanity by a thread. But we don’t care. We don’t see. We just keep pushing.”

“I said everyone looks happy. That was kinda my point. If you judge the world by Facebook, you wonder why so many people take Prozac.”

“the cardinal rule: You never have to take back words you don’t say.”

“but every home is its own island with its own secrets.”
― Harlan Coben, The Stranger

“Today he was being reminded yet again of the obvious: The world doesn’t give even the slightest damn about us or our petty problems. We never quite get that, do we? Our lives have been shattered—shouldn’t the rest of us take notice? But no. To the outside world, Adam looked the same, acted the same, felt the same. We get mad at someone for cutting us off in traffic or for taking too long to order at Starbucks or for not responding exactly as we see fit, and we have no idea that behind their facade, they may be dealing with some industrial-strength shit. Their lives may be in pieces. They may be in the midst of incalculable tragedy and turmoil, and they may be hanging on to their sanity by a thread.”

“We get mad at someone for cutting us off in traffic or for taking too long to order at Starbucks or for not responding exactly as we see fit, and we have no idea that behind their facade, they may be dealing with some industrial-strength shit. Their lives may be in pieces. They may be in the midst of incalculable tragedy and turmoil, and they may be hanging on to their sanity by a thread.”

“Feeding teenage boys was like filling a bathtub with a grapefruit spoon.”

“The world doesn’t give even the slightest damn about us or our petty problems. We never quite get that, do we? Our lives have been shattered—shouldn’t the rest of us take notice? But no.”
― Harlan Coben, The Stranger

“We humans can’t see straight. We are always biased. We always protect our own interests.”

“Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions. There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

– T. S. Eliot”


“Secrets…were cancers. Secrets festered. Secrets ate away at your innards, leaving behind nothing but a flimsy husk.”

“Dreams are fragile. Dreams don’t last.”
― Harlan Coben, The Stranger

“The hunchback sees the hump of others—never his own.”

“Thomas had hated the whole idea of Santa Claus anyway. What was the point? Why do you tell kids that some weird fat guy who lives at the North Pole watches them all the time? Sorry, that’s just creepy. Even as a child, Thomas remembered sitting on a mall Santa’s lap and he smelled a little like piss and Thomas thought, “This guy is the one who brings me toys?” And why tell kids that anyway? Wouldn’t it be nicer to think your parents, who worked hard, gave you those presents instead of some creepy stranger?”

“We get mad at someone for cutting us off in traffic or for taking too long to order at Starbucks or for not responding exactly as we see fit, and we have no idea that behind their facade, they may be dealing with some industrial-strength shit. Their lives may be in pieces. They may be in the midst of incalculable tragedy and turmoil, and they may be hanging on to their sanity by”

“He changed and worked out with weights. Throughout his adult life, Adam had cycled through a potpourri of workout programs—yoga (not flexible), Pilates (confused), boot camp (why not just join the military?), Zumba (don’t ask), aquatics (near drown), spin (sore butt)—but in the end, he always returned to simple weights. Some days he loved the strain on his muscles and couldn’t imagine not doing it. Other days he dreaded every moment, and the only thing he wanted to lift was the postworkout peanut butter protein shake to his lips. He”
― Harlan Coben, The Stranger

“Thomas had gotten his learner’s permit a week ago—the parental equivalent of a stress test without using an actual EKG machine.”

“it be nicer to think your parents, who worked hard, gave you those presents instead of some creepy stranger?”


“The lacrosse game took place in the optimistically dubbed SuperDome, an air-inflated sports facility made from some sort of pliable material. Thomas was playing in an indoor league for the winter season. Ryan had come along too. He half watched his brother, half played catch in the corner with a couple of other kids. Ryan also kept looking over at his father. He did that a lot now, looked for his father, as though Adam might suddenly vanish into thin air. Adam got it, of course. He tried to reassure him, but what could he really say?”


“Today he was being reminded yet again of the obvious: The world doesn’t give even the slightest damn about us or our petty problems. We never quite get that, do we? Our lives have been shattered—shouldn’t the rest of us take notice? But no. To the outside world, Adam looked the same, acted the same, felt the same. We get mad at someone for cutting us off in traffic or for taking too long to order at Starbucks or for not responding exactly as we see fit, and we have no idea that behind their facade, they may be dealing with some industrial-strength shit. Their lives may be in pieces. They may be in the midst of incalculable tragedy and turmoil, and they may be hanging on to their sanity by a thread. But we don’t care. We don’t see. We just keep pushing.”
― Harlan Coben, The Stranger


“Hell, I want to Hugh Jackman a sponge bath. So what? You can;t help what you want. You’re human. Let it go.”


“Her muscles clearly were not just for show. She pulled him into an empty chemistry classroom and closed the door. There were workstations and beakers and sinks with high faucets. A giant chart of the periodic table of elements, both a staple of every science classroom and a cliché, dominated the far wall. “Where is she?” Kristin asked. Adam wasn’t sure how to play it, so he went with honesty. “I don’t know.” “How can you not know?” “We were supposed to meet for dinner last night. She never showed.” “She just didn’t . . . ?” Kristin shook her head in confusion. “Did you call the police?” “What? No.” “Why not?” “I don’t know. She sent a text. She said she needed some time away.” “From what?” Adam just looked at her. Kristin said, “You?” “Seems so.” “Oh. Sorry.” Kristin stepped back, chastened. “So why are you here?” “Because I want to make sure she’s okay. I figured she’d be at work. She never calls in sick.” “Never,”


“Everyone looks happy,” he’d said to Corinne. “Oh, not you too.” “What?” “Everyone looks happy on Facebook,” Corinne said. “It’s like a compilation of your life’s greatest hits.”


“Gabrielle’s car climbed up Skyline Drive into the Ramapo Mountains. The road was only forty-five minutes from Manhattan, but it might as well have been in another world. There were legends about the tribes who still lived in this area. Some called them the Ramapough Mountain Indians or the Lenape Nation or the Lunaape Delaware Nation. Some believed the people were Native American. Others claimed that they dated back to Dutch settlers. Still others thought they were Hessian soldiers who fought for the British during the American Revolution or were freed slaves who found a home in the barren woods in northern New Jersey. Many, too many, had dubbed them, perhaps derogatorily, the Jackson Whites. The origin of that name also remained a mystery but probably had something to do with their multiracial appearance. As”
― Harlan Coben, The Stranger

 

 

 

 

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