Osmanlı Hanımları ve Hizmetçi Kadınlar (1869-1927) itibaren Akıl Fikir Yayınları içinde LIT biçim

Mitt Vach martinhawa3ab3 — Irritating, and I am "a somewhat conservative" independant voter who appreciates Ann Coulter.

Nguyen Le nguyenle — Dreoteth, a self-published book by Danielle Bourdon, is a dark fantasy, or perhaps fantastical horror about Humans and the creatures that prey on them. The author has a struggle from the start. Bourdon chose to have a very unlikeable main character, in that he hates humans and humanity, and most importantly, eats them. This is quite a hurdle. Most protagonists are likable or at least someone that we as the reader can identify with. This is especially important in books with fantastical settings because we need someone to help us slide into this new world. This is where Bourdon shows us her first trick. Our main character is himself a foreigner to the strange land, so the explanations feel natural and there's no sudden information dumps. We are discovering with Dreoteth. Also, if he isn't necessarily likable, Dreoteth is at least interesting, and the way his character continues to change throughout the novel is fascinating. It felt very fresh to me. There are so many books about the things that go bump in the night, and this one manages pull a new, vibrant thread into that tapestry. This is not a slasher flick that dwells on the perversions of the monster. This is a story about the trials of a predator, it's about the hunt and about the kill, without remorse, but also without cruelty. There were a few editing problems, but otherwise this is a solid book and I highly recommend it. I especially recommend it to people who like deconstructions of fantasy tropes, dragons, fans of horror and anyone tired of books with political intrigue(it's nice but you need a break sometimes!). I couldn't put it down, which you could probably guess from the fact that I finished my last book yesterday! Check out my other reviews at my blog

Anouk Van _noukisback — It was thrilling, funny and I'm downloading the next book in the series right now! ;^D

Neidys Arroyo _ey_rroyo — i loved this book. i like how ripred and gregor are both ragers. i like how they help eachother and help others. i learned that when you work together no matter how different you are you can all accompish the same goal.

Sophie Liu _ophie_ — The remarkable thing I found within this book was that Otsuka writes as though none of it matters, as though it's all a minor inconvenience in the otherwise routine lives of a Japanese-American family: being forced to uproot themselves from all they've known and much of what they've owed, board a train, hear nothing of the whereabouts of their arrested father, and live nearly four years in the bleak desert internment camps. Not a word is mentioned about injustice or the external circumstances of this family's ordeal: but it's all there. The less and less personal emotion the artist invests into the characters and the story, the more and more--ironically--it makes you aware how just how awful this is. This particular unnamed family, whose thoughts and experiences occupy the pages of this book, was swept under the rug, much like the very topic of Japanese internment is swept under the rug in our understanding of the Second World War (ever recall spending any classtime studying how the government didn't trust their own CITIZENS with Japanese ancestry enough to let them keep their homes and jobs and friends and endure the war just like everybody else, and thought the DESERT might be a suitable enough place to put them until this little mess with Europe and Japan ended?) It's all up to you how much emotion you put into or get out of this beautiful story: Otsuka is mindful enough to leave her own presence out of everything and let you do the analyzing. She writes very much like Hemingway, with poise and attention to detail. Because of this, I didn't expect terribly much of the book, until the unnamed family finally comes home; oddly enough, the aftermath of internment was more heartbreaking and infuriating than the internment itself. At that point I felt a palpable anger--getting so angry at how baseless all the family's suffering had been, and how undeserved the prejudice against them was. I vaguely wondered whether this might turn into a tearjerker within the last few pages. Luckily, Estranged Father returns home to Wistful Mother and Cheeky Daughter and Thoughtful Son and in a very intimate closing, written almost like a letter and in his perspective, he promptly dishes out the biggest, baddest, and toughest comeback a victim could ever hope to give to his offender--in this case our Great, Honorable, Infallible, and Spotless Government. Do not be fooled by the meager size of this book: the story has a lot more to say than any first glance could give it credit for.

Sébastien Sanchez seb_pus — 3.5 stars is more accurate, but I'd like to contribute to an overall higher score in hopes that more readers will check the book out. "Saturday" isn't so much the story of a life-altering day in Henry Perowne's life, but an in-depth portrait of Perowne and his mind. Few remarkable things happen to Henry throughout his extended day, with the exception of traumatic encounters with a street thug that both end a bit too conveniently, but Henry himself is far more interesting to know. I like McEwan's ironic use of manipulating the West's fear of an Islamic terrorist attack by having the Perownes attacked by one of their fellow countrymen. It's a timely book, and was even more so upon its publication in 2005. I look forward to reading more by McEwan, but I hope his other works are more active. Not to say that I didn't enjoy this little experiment (it's good to see writers diversify), but if the film adaptation of his "Atonement" is any clue, I should be in luck.