Arthur T. Vanderbilt Bücher

Was ist es nur, das Golden Retriever zu solchen Herzensbrechern macht? Ist es ihre bedingungslose, uneingeschränkte Liebe? Die Bandbreite ihrer Gefühle, die von unbändiger zu abgrundtiefer Trauer reicht? Ihre besonderen Eigenheiten, die sie zu unvergesslichen Persönlichkeiten machen? Ihre unerschöpfliche Begeisterungsfähigkeit,die dafür sorgt, dass der Familienalltag nie langweilig wird?§Arthur Vanderbilt erzählt die bewegende Geschichte seiner unvergleichlichen Golden-Retriever-Hündin Amy. Es ist eine anrührende Liebesgeschichte, die uns zeigt, was wir von Hunden über uns selbst und über die Welt lernen können.§

Wall Street Journal Bestseller For fans of Downton Abbey, a real-life American version of the Crawley family—Fortune's Children is an enthralling true story that recreates the drama, splendor, and wealth of the legendary Vanderbilts. Vanderbilt: The very name is synonymous with the Gilded Age. The family patriarch, "the Commodore,” built a fortune that made him the world's richest man by 1877. Yet, less than fifty years after his death, no Vanderbilt was counted among the world's richest people. Written by descendant Arthur T. Vanderbilt II, Fortune's Children traces the dramatic and amazingly colorful history of this great American family, from the rise of industrialist and philanthropist Cornelius Vanderbilt to the fall of his progeny—wild spendthrifts whose profligacy bankrupted a vast inheritance.

It is tiny specks of gold from the blowing dust of our lives that can be the most memorable. Way does indeed lead on to way, and there is never time to revisit the wonder of these special moments in our lives--except in memory. The people are gone. The places we knew are gone. Seasons turn. Years rush by. Decades vanish. And then, something will remind you: Sunlight swimming on a carpet as if filters through the blowing leaves of the tree outside your window. The way a fat cloud sails through the blue, windy sky. A face in a passing car. The sound of a voice. A fragment of a song from long ago. And suddenly, a glimpse of a memory starts to come into focus, until, once again, I'm back. These are not transformational moments. And it may be that they mean nothing. Or maybe everything. Either way, for a few minutes, come join me there.