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g0yu6 (Online library) The Pursuit of Pearls: A Novel (Clara Vine) Online [g0yu6.ebook] The Pursuit of Pearls: A Novel (Clara Vine) Pdf Free Jane Thynne *Download PDF | ePub | DOC | audiobook | ebooks Download Now Free Download Here Download eBook #209927 in Books Thynne Jane 2016-05-03 2016-05-03Original language:EnglishPDF # 1 8.00 x 1.00 x 5.20l, .81 #File Name: 0553393863512 pagesThe Pursuit of Pearls | File size: 70.Mb Jane Thynne : The Pursuit of Pearls: A Novel (Clara Vine) before purchasing it in order to gage whether or not it would be worth my time, and all praised The Pursuit of Pearls: A Novel (Clara Vine): 1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. AddictiveBy P K SpurwayA great series if you like the books of Jacqueline Winspear or Susan Elia Macneal. All these authors do a great job of not only describing the world before WW2 but you also feel the anxiety, fear and confusion of this time in history. I really enjoyed getting to know Clara Vine.1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Historical intriqueBy lena chadwellI could not wait to read 'The Pursuit of Pearls" after reading Jane Thynne's book "The Scent of Secrets". I really enjoyed the pace of the story. I like that the author describes an area, place, or event without going overboard in explanations; yet letting us know where the scene is taking place. I have bought a third book of Ms. Thynne's, "Woman in the Shadows". Can't wait to get started on that book.0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. couldn't get into this book... too slow ...By Katiecouldn't get into this book... too slow. maybe it just wasn't my speed - i'm more of a suspense/dark/thriller reader and i tried to branch out. Perfect for fans of Jacqueline Winspear, Charles Todd, Robert Harris, and Susan Elia MacNeal, here is the next thrilling historical novel featuring Clara Vine, the British actress and special agent who glides through the upper echelons of Nazi society, covertly gathering key intelligencemdash;and placing herself in mortal peril. In the spring of 1939, the drums of war beat throughout Europe, but nowhere more ferociously than in Berlin. The film studio where Clara Vine works is churning out movies, but each day that she stays in Germany is more dangerous than the last. Spying on the private life of the Third Reich, passing secrets to contacts in British intelligence, falling into a passionate affairmdash;any of these risky moves could get Clara shot. So she is wholly shaken when someone close to her is murdered instead. The victim is Lottie Franke, an aspiring costume designer and student at the prestigious Faith and Beauty finishing school that trains young women to become the wives of the Nazi elite. While the press considers Lottiersquo;s death in the Grunewald forest the act of a lone madman, Clara uncovers deeper threads, tangled lines that seem to reach into the darkest depths of the Reichmdash;and to a precious discovery that Hitler and his ruthless cohorts would kill for. Previously published in the U.K. as Faith and Beauty Praise for Jane Thynnersquo;s first Clara Vine novel, The Scent of Secrets ldquo;A brilliant tale of spies and secrets, of intense psychological drama, of edgy climax and one extraordinary heroine.rdquo;mdash;Beatriz Williams, New York Times bestselling author of A Hundred Summers ldquo;A compelling story of love and betrayal in Hitlerrsquo;s Berlin . Peppered with real-life characters, this series offers a fascinating glimpse of the extraordinary world of the Nazi wives.rdquo;mdash;Daisy Goodwin, author of The American Heiress ldquo;An alluring blend of thrills, suspense, historic detail, and seduction.rdquo;mdash;Susan Elia MacNeal, author of the Maggie Hope series ldquo;An extraordinary, absorbing read with an array of characters so real yoursquo;re there with them as war looms, and a pace that sweeps you from page to page. This is indeed a winner!rdquo;mdash;Charles Todd, author of Inspector Ian Rutledge Mysteries Praise for Jane Thynnersquo;s first Clara Vine novel, The Scent of Secrets nbsp; ldquo;A brilliant tale of spies and secrets, of intense psychological drama, of edgy climax and one extraordinary heroine.rdquo;mdash;Beatriz Williams, New York Times bestselling author of A Hundred Summers nbsp; ldquo;A compelling story of love and betrayal in Hitlerrsquo;s Berlin . Peppered with real-life characters, this series offers a fascinating glimpse of the extraordinary world of the Nazi wives.rdquo;mdash;Daisy Goodwin, author of The American Heiress nbsp; ldquo;An alluring blend of thrills, suspense, historic detail, and seduction.rdquo;mdash;Susan Elia MacNeal, author of the Maggie Hope series nbsp; ldquo;An extraordinary, absorbing read with an array of characters so real yoursquo;re there with them as war looms, and a pace that sweeps you from page to page. This is indeed a winner!rdquo;mdash;Charles Todd, author of Inspector Ian Rutledge MysteriesAbout the AuthorJane Thynne is the author of several novels, including The Scent of Secrets and The Pursuit of Pearls. She was born in Venezuela and educated in London. She graduated from Oxford University with a degree in English and joined the BBC as a television director. She has also worked at The Sunday Times, The Daily Telegraph, and The Independent and appears regularly as a broadcaster on television and radio. She is married to the writer Philip Kerr. They have three children and live in London.Excerpt. copy; Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter 1Berlin, in April 1939, was partying like there was no tomorrow.The Fuuml;hrer was fifty and the whole of Germany was in a frenzy. The day itself had been declared a National Holiday and the largest military parade ever heldmdash;five hoursrsquo; worth of storm troopers, hurricane troopers, tornado troopers, and every other type of troopermdash;was proceeding along the new East-West Axis, the great triumphal boulevard that ran all the way from Unter den Linden to the Olympic Stadium. Guns and tanks glittered in the morning air as the boots of fifty thousand soldiers thudded rhythmically into the ground. One hundred and sixty-two Heinkel bombers, Messerschmitt fighters, and Stuka dive-bombers performed flybys at five-minute intervals, leaving lightning flashes of vapor in the sky. Deputations of the Hitler Youth and League of German Girls had arrived from all over Germany. There were armored cars, cannons, Howitzers, and antiaircraft guns. And more than a million spectators, most of them carrying black bread sandwiches, bottles of beer, and swastika flags.Clara Vine shuffled her feet and looked down at her glossy Ferragamo leather pumps. They were hand-stitched in Florence, had cost the earth, and they hurt like hell.Why on earth had she not worn comfortable shoes?She was hungry and thirsty and longing to sit down. She had been there since nine that morning, but had only managed to secure a place three deep opposite the Fuuml;hrerrsquo;s saluting podium on the Charlottenburger Chaussee. The view to her right was obscured by a large woman with a squashed felt hat, accompanied by two boys of around six and seven. At first Clara had pitied the children, doomed to spend the morning fenced in by a forest of legs, but after hours of their relentless wails, demanding to know when exactly the Fuuml;hrer was coming and how much longer would he be, her sympathy was wearing thin. To her left stood a war veteran, medals pinned proudly to his chest, saluting frenetically like someone with uncontrollable muscle spasms. He had come all the way from Saxony, and he was not the only one. Thousands of visitors had poured into Berlin. The stations were teeming, and every hotel from the Adlon down was booked solid. People who couldnrsquo;t afford anywhere else had pitched their tents in the parks.Like all birthdays, Hitlerrsquo;s special day had begun with presents, but that was where the ordinariness ended. Vast marble tables had been assembled in the Reich Chancellery to display Meissen porcelain, silver candlesticks, and Titian paintings, alongside rather more modest gifts from ordinary people, largely made up of swastika cakes and cushions. The Pope, the King of England, and Henry Ford had sent telegrams. The engineer Ferdinand Porsche had presented Hitler with a shiny black convertible VW Beetle. Rudolf Hess had acquired a collection of priceless letters written by the Fuuml;hrerrsquo;s hero, Frederick the Great, and Albert Speer had given him an entire scale model of ldquo;Germaniardquo;mdash;the new world capital, with buildings made out of balsa wood and glass and a thirteen-foot model of the proposed triumphal arch. This was, without doubt, Hitlerrsquo;s favorite present, and he pored over it like a boy with a train set until he could be persuaded to tear himself away.On the face of it, Berlin was putting on a magnificent show. Gigantic white pillars had sprouted all along major thoroughfares. The newsstands groaned with souvenir birthday issues. Swastikas sprouted from every conceivable surface. Spring was a riot of color in Berlin, so long as the colors were red and black.Beneath the birthday bunting, however, everything was a little shabbier in Germanyrsquo;s capital. The tablecloths in the restaurants were spotted because there was no detergent, the bread was sawdust, and the ersatz coffee undrinkable. People looked the other way on the trams because there was no toothpaste, precious few razor blades or shaving foam, and the sour odor of humanity and unwashed clothes hung in the U-Bahn.