Babayani: Zamansız Yazılar ücretsiz kitap indir

Cooper Swenson cooperswen2492 — انتهيت من قراءتها قبل دقيقتين .. ولم أملك سوى الدهشة من بدايتها وحتى نهايتها .. وها أنا أمسك ب "عودة الغائب" لأحاول فهم اللغز الذي يحاول نعيم الوزان حله .. متحممممسة للبدء فيها أرجو ألا يخيب الكاتب ظني :)

Shivkrishan Singh sksinghartc174 — Best book out there addressing sexual issues of all sort. Straight talk for men.

Andy Mac andymacmanus — Definitely a solid book, though certainly out there. I think it's great!

Kalend Hunter _alend_errell — This is the first one published back in 1968 and it has all of the seeds (story wise) of the ones published later that come before it in the time line. I'm really happy that I was able to read them chronologically because if I had I started with this one I would not have had the joy of getting to the crescendo of the story that climaxes in this book. In To Glory we Steer, we have Bolitho commanding his first frigate, a ship with a very dark cloud looming over it. Mutiny, distrust, tragedy. Bolitho must gain the trust of his crew despite the weakness of the officers serving under him. To Glory we Steer closes a part of Bolitho's life with a very big bang. It also ends the narrative arc of the Revolutionary War. I liked it despite having to say goodbye to beloved characters and I'm warming up to the new ones introduced that will follow their captain in the adventures to come.

Mahmoud Nassar _assar12 — This is my second read, but the one that truly counts, since the book failed to leave a mark the first time round. (It's not the book, it's me). It's odd how a book can go from 1 to 5 stars on a re-read. I've loved all of Crace's other books, so I was quite puzzled that I couldn't get through Quarantine. I found it thick, dry, slow and hard to chew on the first time round -- the details kept getting lost. This second reading, coming as I am from editing a book that is somewhat similar in tone and approach, and with quite a few more years of mellowing on me... was much more rewarding. The desert-feel of the prose is entirely the point; it focuses attention on the details. Crace's Jesus is convincingly human; his is the sort of immortality a storyteller would put forward; that of story, and of transformative reception, and not the banality of special-effect miracles. But the heart of the book is humour, and wit, and terror, and the wily cunning in the design of Musa the merchant who is the lynchpin of the book, an unlikely Everyman, and a force with which we cannot sympathized and yet can not dismissively demonised. His brutality is and very human, as is his charm, and grotesqueness, his bewilderment in the face of the inexplicable, his instincts for survival and profit. The ending is genius: and feels authentic, unforced; without either confirming nor refuting the sense of the ineffable. This is a novel rooted in the flesh and the dust. Perhaps I needed those few years to come down to earth in order to appreciate it more.