Adham Saleh itibaren Gadajit, Odisha, India

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12/22/2024

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2019-03-16 09:40

Bilmece Bildirmece-Kolektif TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Uğurböceği Yayınları

"It's just typing"

2019-03-16 10:40

İtiraflarım TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Mutena Yayınları

There are books that are good enough to continue reading, but not interesting enough to rave about. This was one such book. Set in the Malloren universe, it featured Prudence and Catesby - a newly wed couple who lived near the Countess of Arradale. Actually, it starts with the improvised heroine struggling with her brother's abandonment and falls into trouble with some local troublemakers. A drunk, penniless hero saves her and somehow delivers her safely to her home. While they never make it past a kiss, there is a sort of comfort they share with each other's presence. But neither can do much about their poor state in life. Prudence's mother recently died, while her brother, Aaron, is callous upon the care of his sister. Cate is the disgraced 2nd son of an Earl, mostly disliked by his 'perfect' family. After their initial meeting, time passes in which Prudence demands her brother's aid, eventually forcing her to accept a marriage proposal with a brutish man, while Cate's older brother dies, leaving him the Lord Malzard, due to his brother's failure to produce an heir. Cate rescues Prudence from her fate on impulse, by marrying her. But oddly, while the two are strangers, they slowly grow to love each other, without ever sleeping with each other. Actually, the couple did not even consummate their marriage, even to the last page. He did give her an orgasm, and they did have adequate sexual attraction, but no intercourse. Anyway, Prudence has to weather her 2 bitchy sister-in-laws, one her brother's wife, the other her co-sister, and a spiteful mother-in-law eventually becoming the perfect countess for Catesby. I did not originally like Prudence. For one, she was not exactly heroine material - she was too real, too flawed. Catesby was also not to my standards, as he did not possess a sexy name - that's my theory, at least. But then I realized that Ms. Beverley gave us a shocking dose true love. Instead of the mind-warping, soul-consuming lusty kinds we usually read about, here was a love story that grew slowly, without using the obvious ploy of sex. The tension between the H/h simmered on low, but it was there, and we saw the difficulties a women from the middle class would have as she rises in station to become Lady Malzard. I came to understand Prudence and like Cate (I'm reading the Fever series, with Barrons, so its hard to love anyone else). Overall, it was a good book. But it has its flaws, and mainly, it was slow. I still wanted to finish it, surprisingly, but it was lackluster (or lacking lust, actually). It would be more accurate to say this is a 3 1/2 star book.

2019-03-16 11:40

Kaplumbağa Kabuğunda Dünya (Ciltli ) TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Pegasus Yayınları

While this is a better book than Boy Next Door, I still had some massive plotting and characterization issues as I read through it. The overall story is cute—I do really enjoy the main eloping in Italy story, and there are some good moments with Jane—but the romantic story with Cal Langdon is what really bothered me whenever I was reading. The problem with the romance is that it’s set up for such the cliché of “I hate you on sight! Oh, but you secretly have a warm fluffy marshmallow sensitive side, but I still hate you! And you’re hot! I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you!” (Or as I call it, the Bennett/Darcy Hypocrisies.) This is also really bothersome for me, as whenever I read a “battle of the sexes” plot, it always seems like the guy in the relationship has to be a huge jerk throughout the whole story, until his change of heart, and goes “You know what, [love interest]? You were completely right! I’ve seen the error of my manly ways.” (For anyone who is intending a Pride & Prejudice feel: YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG. Both Elizabeth and Darcy admit at the end that both of their actions were wrong. /tangent.) Not to mention, there are really glaring double-standards in this. For example, Cal’s whole backstory about how he married a woman after knowing her for a week and her cheating on him broke his heart….and the book ends with a couple getting together permanently having known each other for a week. But it’s okay, since Jane is a normal, average cartoonist and not a modeling harpy! A lot of the book is saved by the side characters, which makes it enjoyable, but massive grating problems with this.

2019-03-16 12:40

Red Hot Chılı Peppers - Calıfornıcatıon (2Xvınyl) TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: EMI

Sarah Waters is a fine writer but this book didn't click for me. Once I figured out where it was headed: (gothic haunted house but without the melodrama) I set it down. My book club was divided. A couple women really loved it, thought it was all psychological suspense. But most used the word "slogged." I am one of those who doesn't finish a book that doesn't do it for me, so I found out the ending at book club, and was glad I hadn't gone on....

2019-03-16 13:40

Rüzgarın Getirdiği - Doğu Karaoğuz TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Telgrafhane Yayınları

The summer I graduated from college my boyfriend and I had an abrupt, ugly breakup, and I moved out of the apartment we'd shared and into a studio on the other side of town. It was the first and only time I ever lived by myself. The apartment was in a large, smelly building downtown, and had a Murphy bed, a clawfoot bathtub, and an antique apparatus to speak with any visitors who buzzed in from downstairs. I don't know if the phone thing worked, as I had very few people stop by while I lived there. All my friends were in Southeast, and I kept my car across the river because there was nowhere to park near my place. All I remember eating the whole time I lived in that apartment was pasta salad, and I did almost nothing that summer but drink whiskey and read crime novels. It felt nearly impossible to do anything else. I got drunk by myself and read the classics -- Chandler, Hammett -- and an unholy amount of Elmore Leonard. I couldn't read any other kind of book at all. That summer's crime spree was my only real foray into that genre, and though I enjoyed it a lot, I haven't felt much need to go back to them since. What I remember thinking then is that most of the crime books I read seemed to be thinly disguised romances, written for men. This is definitely true of Elmore Leonard. The books of his I read were essentially hardboiled emotional bodice-rippers, with exceptionally well-crafted dialogue. The other thing I remembered about the crime novels was their obsession with the question of masculinity. The detective is always a tragic hero, who epitomizes the ideals of what a man should be, while struggling with its more painful implications (you know, loneliness and violence, stuff like that). What I remembered about Chandler was only the style, and that was still there when I went back this time. What I hadn't remembered, maybe because it's more present in the later novels, is his obsession with loneliness, and with ethics, and the question of how to be a truly moral man in a deeply corrupt world. Chandler talks about the traditional mystery novel as being a puzzle to solve; his own puzzle seems to be this riddle of ethics, and how to live correctly amidst depravity. Marlowe's the sinner you scratch to get the saint, the cynic who's obviously a wounded romantic. It's a type and a cliche, but he helped create it, and the whole thing's great to watch and a lot of fun. I read the novels in here in reverse order: his last book Playback(1958), followed by The Long Goodbye (1953) (his best, I think), then The Little Sister (1949) (fun) and finally The Lady in the Lake (1943), this last being the only one I'm sure that I'd read before. Then I did the essays, his letters (also fun), and the depressing chronology of his interesting life, which was nice because it did provide some context for the fiction, and confirmed a lot of the thoughts I'd been having about his approach to writing. Chandler only seems to care about a couple of things, and he cares about them a lot. One of those is style. In his letters he basically comes out and says that he really doesn't give a shit about plot, which should already be fairly obvious to anyone who's read him. Chandler has a very rigid and developed theory of the crime novel, and concern with plot is not a big priority. There's this part in one of his letters where he complains about contemporary fiction and sort of summarizes what he thinks is essential in writing: Can I do a piece for you entitled The Insignificance of Significance, in which I demonstrate in my usual whorehouse style that it doesn't matter a damn what a novel is about, that the only fiction of any moment in any age is that which does magic with words, and that the subject matter is only a springboard for the writer's imagination.... (p. 1028). And later, to somebody else: A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled. In the long run, however little you talk or even think about it, the most durable thing in writing is style, and style is the most valuable investment a writer can makes with his time. It pays off slowly, your agent will sneer at it, your publisher will misunderstand it, and it will take people you never even heard of to convince them by slow degrees that the writer who pus his individual mark on the way he writes will always pay off. He can't do it by trying, because the kind of style I am thinking about is a projection of personality and you have to have a personality before you can project it (p. 1030). For instance: I stared. She caught me staring. She lifted her glance half an inch and I wasn't there anymore. But wherever I was I was holding my breath. There are blondes and blondes and it is almost a joke word nowadays. All blondes have their points, except perhaps the metallic ones who are as blond as a Zulu under the bleach and as to disposition as soft as a sidewalk. There is the small cute blonde who cheeps and twitters, and the big statuesque blonde who straight-arms you with an ice-cold glare. There is the blonde who gives you the up-from-under look and smells lovely and shimmers and hangs on your arm and is always very very tired when you take her home. She makes that helpless gesture and has that goddamned headache and you would like to slug her except that you are glad you found out about the headache before you invested too much time and money and hope in her. Because the headache will always be there, a weapon that never wears out and is deadly as the bravo's rapier or Lucrezia's poison vial. There is the soft and willing and alcoholic blonde who doesn't care what she wears as long as it is mink or where she goes as long as it is the Starlight Roof and there is plenty of dry champagne. There is the small perky blonde who is a little pale and wants to pay her own way and is full of sunshine and common sense and knows judo from the ground up and can toss a truck driver over her shoulder without missing more than one sentence out of the editorial in the Saturday Review. There is the pale, pale blonde with anemia of some non-fatal but incurable type. She is very languid and very shadowy and she speaks softly out of nowhere and you can't lay a finger on her because in the first place you don't want to and in the second place she is reading The Waste Land or Dante in the original, or Kafka or Kierkegaard or studying Provençal. She adores music and when the New York Philharmonic is playing Hindesmith she can tell you which one of the six bass viols came in a quarter of a beat too late. I hear Toscanini can also. That makes two of them. And lastly there is the gorgeous showpiece who will outlast three kingpin racketeers and then marry a couple of millionaires at a million a head and end up with a pale rose villa at Cap Antibes, an Alfa-Romeo town car complete with pilot and co-pilot, and a stable of shopworn aristocrats, all of whom she will treat with the affectionate absent-mindedness of an elderly duke saying goodnight to his butler. The dream across the way was none of these, not even of that kind of world. She was unclassifiable, as remote and clear as mountain water, as elusive as its color. I was still staring when a voice close to my elbow said: "I'm shockingly late. I apologize. You must blame it on this. My name's Howard Spencer. You're Marlowe, of course." (from The Long Goodbye, pp. 490-491) If you have no use for this, you have no use for Chandler. I myself do (far more use than I have, say, for blondes). I find pretty frequently that when I return to characters who seemed purely cool and glamorous to me when I was younger, through adult eyes I see that they're tragic and flawed. Women love Marlowe (with alarming frequency), but he's really alone, consciously lonely, and desperately so. Marlowe's only real intimacy is with his reader, and the staggering sense of alienation and impossible yearning to connect with others was much more intense here than I'd remembered. Since (for reasons I simply could not guess at myself) loneliness is becoming one of my personal favorite literary tropes, I did enjoy that. Marlowe is sort of the stylish model for how to be alone amidst all the urban anomie and whatnot of the modern age. How sorry I am to have missed that era. If Marlowe'd had Internet, he would've been screwed. I obviously also enjoyed all the pulpy nuts crime stuff in its nostalgic glory! This is a mid-twentieth-century-LA landscape peopled with sensual blondes, mysterious brunettes, and sinister, syringe-wielding doctors. The police brutality comes hot and heavy, here as do hip references to the dangerous narcotic marihuana, which is clearly on par with a drug like heroin, and not with the alcohol being consumed in these pages at a liver-stiffening rate. Even just as a study in changing cultural mores, these novels are fascinating. There are shows on TV now about sympathetic drug dealers, but if you put this much smoking into a show today, it'd be banned.... If the Reefer Madness-style drug references seem a bit naive and dated, and if the sexpot names Eileen, Mildred, and Mavis have not aged well, and if the non-white characters would make your average 2009 reader screech in agonies of offense.... well, the cinematic descriptions of characters and sets are as flawless and beautiful as anything like this that has ever been written. I don't feel the need to get into how the master of this genre was the master of this genre, but clearly Chandler was quite the master of this genre, plus quite a bit more, and I'd be glad to slug it out in an alley in Bay City with any two-bit thug that'd argue otherwise. Chandler himself seems to have been a pretty interesting, tragic guy, sort of the classic damaged romantic-cynic with passionate ideals and a horrific drinking problem. He'd had a classical education in England, and comes off in his non-fiction writings as something of a tortured and self-aware snob who can't miss the irony that snobbery's the reason his own genre fiction is not taken seriously. I'd actually be interested in reading a biography of Chandler at some point, and I also want to revisit his earlier novels. These books are addictive as hell, and an immersive pleasure. I myself have gotten a lot more hardboiled just from reading Chandler, and I'd recommend him to anyone who'd like to do the same, provided you're not currently trying to quit smoking.

2019-03-16 14:40

RODE VXLR Minijack XLR Dönüştürücü TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

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Wonderfully illustrated and a great adaptation of the Vampire Academy book!

2019-03-16 15:40

Koza Yayın Elma Çekirdeği 1 TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Koza Yayınları

Very interesting book about the cult, I mean church, of Scientology. It is scary to think that this is a true story. Aliens, pseudo psychology, money, ego, slave wages, celebrities, torture. All in one place! I gave this book only 2 stars bc it was written very dry and jumped around a lot. I also wish it went into more detail about Tom Cruise and his 50 shades of cray cray! (See what I did there?)

2019-03-16 16:40

İkinci Dünya Savaşı Türkiyesi –Üçüncü Cilt - Savaşın İçinden Geleceğine Yönelen TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: İletişim Yayınevi

So far, this is an intense and drama filled book. It definitely catches your attention from page one. The best part is that it is based on the true story of Mary Draper Ingles who lived in the first settlement in Blacksburg, VA.

2019-03-16 17:40

Karlar Ülkesi 5 Dakikalık Öyküler TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Doğan Egmont Yayıncılık

Read his books, met him and took his Mindfulness Course at UMASS Hospital...life altering, highly recommended. LIsten to his tapes as well.

2019-03-16 18:40

Hatasız Kul Olmaz TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

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The story of one woman's search to find out what happened to a child in WWII Paris, and how their lives are entwined. Well written and engaging, I liked this enough to pick up the author's next book.

2020-05-02 00:47

Sergüzest - Samipaşazade Sezai TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: İnkılap Kitabevi

Aferin! Karakterleri ve arsayı seviyorum. Takip edeceğim başka bir yazar. Mükemmel bir araştırma yapıyor ve tarifleri dahil etmesi ve yiyeceklerin tanımlayıcıları beni gerçekten sonuçların tadını çıkardı. Çağlar boyunca öğretmenlere verilen bu saygı hakedilir ve cesaretleri, beceriklilikleri ve kutsal göreve mutlak bağlılıkları için saygılı bir şükran yaratır.

Okuyucu Adham Saleh itibaren Gadajit, Odisha, India

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