On Goodreads, it earned a 3.8 out of a 5-star rating.
Nevertheless, the book received world acclaimed and has earned a Spanish prize for literature. It was recently translated into English by Edith Grossman. Some critics argued the Nada is alluding to the actual life and childhood of Carmen Laforet. Also, Andrea's uncle, Roman, was tricked into a weird relationship with Ena who wanted to take revenge for the horrid treatments he showed to her mother. One of her family members turned out to be involved in some kind of gambling, while the other treats her badly. One other aspect of the story is Andrea's not-likable family. Ena is a rich girl who later offers Andrea to stay with her, and Ena's father guarantees Andrea a job. While there, she gets to know lots of friends but is particularly close to Ena. Fortunately, the Spanish government gave her a scholarship to study in a university. It narrates the story of Andrea who has lost her parents. The narrative is set in the Spanish city of Barcelona after the Spanish Civil War. Laforet is a Spanish author known for her literary works depicting life during and after the Spanish Civil War.
Nada is a classic Spanish literature novel written by Carmen Laforet. Written by people who wish to remain anonymous
We are thankful for their contributions and encourage you to make your own. On one of those hot nights, hunger, sadnes, and the power of my youth brought me to a swoon of feeling, a physical need for tenderness as avid and dusty as scorched earth with a presentiment of the storm.These notes were contributed by members of the GradeSaver community. Sweet, dense Mediterranean nights over Barcelona, with golden juice flowing from the moon, with the damp odor of sea mymphs coming their watery hair over white shoulders, over the scales of golden tails. Intimacies that the morning took care to erase, as if they'd never existed. In those icy hours there were certain moments when life broke with all sense of modesty before my eyes and appeared naked, shouting sad intimacies, which for me were only horrifying. And the winter nights, with their damp melancholy: the creak of a chair interrupting my sleep and the shudder of my nerves when I discovered two small shining eyes-the cat's eyes-fixed on mine. I remember the first autumn nights and how they intensifed my first moments of disquiet in the house.
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