Eight boys between 17 and 22 years old decide to squat in an abandoned palace. For 27 days they live and work together harmoniously, leading a healthy and supportive communal life, until the arrival of Inge, a mysterious German girl, spreads discord among the group. The protagonists suffer another setback when a judicial order of eviction leads to a dramatic episode, marking their lives forever.
Sixteen-year-old Joel lives in a working class town in the outskirts of Barcelona. Joel spends the days dreaming of leaving home to travel the world. When the time arrives, he stops for some days in an abandoned village in the rural Catalan province of Cadí. There, for a series of reasons Joel will start searching for “El llibre de l'hivern”, an accursed book which can lead mankind into a never ending hibernation. This is Miralles’s second novel for young readers. “El llibre de l’hivern” shares aspects with Gothic Literature, but still has the philosophical spirit that characterises Miralles.
You are on your way home from a party. It is late at night. You can hear a car driving slowly, watching you. Your mum phones your mobile. It is the last she hears from you. Your neighbours, your friends and your family start an anxious desperate search which will result in every character having to face their own fears, hope and contradictions.
Patricia has decided not to be a virgin anymore. Lucia, her best friend, wants to help her and they plan the “Virgo Operation”. Searching the proper candidate, they will face a sequence of comic situations as well as serious happenings that will force them to mature. A hilarious novel, at one time bitter, at another time funny, as life itself.
I am not a visual effect. I am not an extension, either. Nor am I the swollen effect of a punch. I am about three centimetres longer than the biggest nose you have ever seen. I am neither snub nor turned up. Absolutely nothing in me resembles a Greek nose. I am not aquiline, either, unfortunately for me. What a shame! As you can see, I am so wide and foreign, so long, that loads of things can be said about me and you won’t run out of ideas. That is why I get really annoyed when someone just calls me “big nose”—that’s so plain… No way! If you want to talk about me, you have to show imagination and class.