A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, 第 2 巻

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T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1770
 

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ユーザー レビュー  - Marse - LibraryThing

A Sentimental Journey is the story of a man traveling from England to France and back and his adventures, or should I say, his encounters during the trip. We don't get a lot of "travel" descriptions ... レビュー全文を読む

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ユーザー レビュー  - stillatim - LibraryThing

Another great example of why you need to really think about what a book's trying to do before you judge it. This is nice and subtle- on the one hand, it tugs the heart-strings unashamedly; on the ... レビュー全文を読む

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