Alex Albu itibaren Jugrajpura, Rajasthan, India

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12/22/2024

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2019-12-11 20:41

Ivan Denisoviç’in Bir Günü - Aleksandr İsayeviç Soljenitsin TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: İletişim Yayınevi

I went into this book with very, very little knowledge of what it was about and I'm really glad. I love utopian/dystopian books and the different twists authors can take on the future. This was not a disappointment in anyway. I loved it. This book was more thought provoking than anything I'd read in quite some time. I was amazed to find out that it was written in 1985 too because she seemed to have a view of things happening that hadn't yet. I guess that is what makes this so interesting is that it almost felt like she was real, like this really could happen, even in this day in age. I thought that the narrator's voice was spot on and that the author captured a woman's thoughts perfectly. I felt truly connected to this woman. She was just lost and hopeful and scared and lonely. She wanted to do the right thing and be right but how hard would that be in such a mixed up, crazy society? I just felt like I could empathize with her the whole way through. There was one part where she was talking about her husband, that really struck me. She said she says something like "How were we supposed to know that we were happy? With the bickering, and the day-to-day stuff... We didn't know we were happy, but we were as happy as we could be", something to that effect. And I was just like "wow", right? If all this were gone, if Shaun had to leave, would I remember us as happy? Even in the little things: paying bills, going for drives, hanging out with friends, or just being quiet? It's those little moments that she misses, and it's because they are the important ones. This just got me. **spoilers** I also loved how it was left so open-ended. I wanted to know exactly what happened with her, but then I realized that it's better this way. Just how she was left guessing what happened to her husband and friends and daughter, we were left wondering about her. I can picture her captured and dead but I can also picture her free and making choices again and helping other women out of similar situations. **spoiler over** Really good stuff. I don't know how this one stayed outside of my radar for so long, but if you haven't read it I strongly recommend it.

2019-12-12 01:41

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Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Doğan Kitap

The quickest read I've ever read by this writer (aside from The Graveyard Book). Stardust is an amazing journey composed of many adventures, both big and small, and I loved that about the book. However, regardless of my first intentions of reading the book (I wanted to read it because I've seen the movie adaptation so many times ♥ ), I found that the third person omniscient perspective (and narrative) is typically the way fairytales are often told. Following along with how well Neil Gaiman meshes description and action, I felt both like I had enough and didn't have quite enough. Yet, it wasn't until I reached the ending (ohmygoodness, the ending), that I realized that it was enough. Not all stories have a happy ending, and he was keeping it real the whole time. There aren't enough young adult books or adult books (I will bring this up later) that introduce us to the real perspective of a young man in his early twenties (or the brink of a young man's twenties). In a way, this was a guy book because of that, but it kept to the fairytale side of things. Many adults step away from young adult fiction or children's books simply because they are genres immersed in the magic of the incredible burst of infinite opportunities and possibilities typically found in childhood. Some are more attached to the more brief and concrete adult world where fairytales and stories of myth and legend are nonexistent. This totally reminds me of something C.S. Lewis wrote about being able to read fairytales again, because he had been embarrassed of reading fairytales when he'd been younger. Reading fairytales or anything of the like is shunned because we're apparently supposed to be grown up and wake up from childish ideas to the world of "reality" and apparently "reality" is a world without that magic or hope. (My words, not C.S. Lewis'.) In many ways, I could see that through the land of Faerie and the town of Wall. The townfolk were afraid of the strange foreigners who came by for market because they were not at all like them (perhaps not of the same drab practicality of Wall). The colorfulness of these characters leads to that division of the magical realm and the mortal world. I was surprised that there was even mention of more mundane things that aren't often expressed in writing (such as pissing and sex). Of course, there are many mentions of that in American Gods, but the fact that they are included just secures the fact that they are part of life just as anything else - making your own choices in a world where many are often raised to believe they have no choice of making their own lives to find their own version of happiness (many times because of monetary problems). The narrative itself takes after what each character is looking for, and I have started to like that increasingly in novels where it is direly needed. For one, you'll want to know how the chase is going, and for another, you get to know more about the world you're reading about. There's also the theme of the good of helping others. It echoes the Grimm Brothers' "The White Snake" pretty well in how Tristran Thorne receives help from a few strangers he selflessly helped along the way (one of them being his uncle, and two others as those his father took in before the Market was open). It not only teaches something, but it definitely moved the narrative down to where it needed to go. Now, to the differences of the movie adaptation and book. A few of the minor things were taken out, and some were even changed, which is a given. I was disappointed when I got to the part of the flying ship, because its part in the book is so much smaller than that of the film. The lack of dying witches goes by the same way. Now, to the epilogue. Despite it being a fantastic and satisfying ending, I found myself being more sad than disappointing. Then again, it's what I expected from having read the difference from another fan a year ago. In many ways, I do encourage both versions of the tale, but it will always be a favorite of mine regardless of how it ends or how it goes. All that matters is that it was written and that it exists.

2019-12-12 03:41

Toplu Oyunları 2 Herşey Yolunda - Yağmurlar Yüzünden - Aşk Bir Şey Değildir TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Mitos Boyut Yayınları

Primeiro há Lorenzo Quart, o padre enviado de Roma para saber o que se passa em torno da igreja de Nossa Senhora das Lágrimas. E há mais dois padres, Príamo Ferro, o velho cura que se defende a golpes de mau feitio, apaixonado pela astronomia, e o seu jovem acólito, Óscar Lobato, que vai ser transferido por castigo. E Gris Marsala, a freira americana, arquitecta dos andaimes. E há Macarena Bruner, a duquesa jovem de olhos cor de mel, que guarda o isqueiro na alça do soutien. E Maria Cruz, a velha duquesa, sua mãe, que bebe Coca-Cola de garrafa, a de lata não sabe à mesma coisa, nem os piquinhos são iguais. Há os banqueiros. Machuco, Don Octávio como é tratado, que passa os dias a despachar na esplanada. Pencho Gavira, jovem e ambicioso, cuja Vice-Presidência está sob prova de fogo. E como cada criado quer o seu criadito, há Celestino Peregil, o seu homem de mão, sempre ajeitando o capachinho. Há três outros que se passeiam pela cidade como se fossem anjos de pedra. Don Ibrahim, o meu preferido de todos, exilado cubano, advogado não documentado, sempre de fato branco, chapéu de aba larga e a brasa de um Montecristo a incendiar-se nos lábios. O isqueiro foi uma prenda de Garcia Marquez, o relógio ganhou-o numa noite de póquer a Hemingway, e El Che ensinou-o a fazer cocktails molotov. Acompanham-no Piña Puñales, cantora desvalida de boleros e sevilhanas, caracol desenhado na testa e o crochet enfiado na carteira, e o Potro del Mantelete, ex-toureiro e ex-pugilista, homem de acção, duro e impassível. Há ainda Carlota e Manuel Xaloc, uma duquesa louca e um pirata das Caraíbas, fantasmas que se buscam um ao outro (“Mi carta, que es feliz, pues va a buscaros”). Há um hacker, Vésperas, que deixa mensagens no computador pessoal do Santo Padre. E há Sevilha, cheia de luz e de sol, cheia de noite e de tascas, cheia de igrejas, de praças e de pátios, perfumada de laranjas. “Como nenhuma outra, aquela cidade conservava na esquina das ruas, nas cores e na luz, o rumor do tempo que se extingue lentamente, ou melhor, de nós próprios extinguindo-nos com aquelas coisas do tempo a que se apegam a vida e a memória.”

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