Julia Donaldson'Dan Dramalar : Üç Akıllı Keçi - Julia Donaldson ücretsiz kitap indir

Rob Sawchuk _ — The second time through is way better than the first time. The first time I had just finished plowing through the anita blakw books and I needed something to read while I waited for the next one. At that time Merry was a poor relatative of anita. The re-read was enlightening. i got to see some similarities in thE theme. Asanita steadily gains more powers so does Merry. They're both basically good people struggling to get a long in the world- willing to do what they need to to protect the pwople around them.

Anders Rogovoy anders_r — This is a very strange novel, a satire that isn't funny and a portrait of divorce and heartbreak that just doesn't ring true. George Mellish is the son of an old time Jewish movie mogul, someone like Jack Warner. George is sent to the best prep schools (in the Fifties and Sixties) and tries to see himself as a WASP gentleman, a scholar athlete, a sportsman, etc. He's kind of like Don Draper, or Jay Gatsby. But he lacks all personal magnetism. Girls cheat on him, his buddies laugh at him, and he rebels in petty ways like urinating in a camp counselor's office. But he doesn't change. As part of his aspirations to gentrify himself, George goes to Oxford in the early sixties, where he meets Irene Trewin, the shrill, spoiled, deeply neurotic and unhappy daughter of a cold and distant English lord. George falls madly in love with Irene, woos her against all odds, and takes her back to suburban Connecticut, where he becomes a successful young television executive. This should be the happy ending, but as the Sixties spin out of control George's life falls apart as well. His wife Irene turns out to be a needy, whiny, childlike creature who refuses to honor George's achievements and has no interest in either starting a career or being a conventional wife and mother. She cheats on him, first with a wealthy WASP neighbor and later with a sexy rock star who is featured in one of George's hit television shows. The tone of all this is meant to be satirical, yet it's never funny, and the cheap shots at rock and roll stars are remarkably childish. There's no substantive discussions of feminism, Civil Rights, or the Vietnam War, just a lot of whining from George about the way his "betters" don't behave better. There's no way to say this nicely, but the failure of this book is simply the basic inability of John Lahr to either create believable characters you can care about or come up with genuinely witty satire. These characters are always in pain, but you don't feel it. Lahr holds all of them up to ridicule, yet nothing they do is really all that funny. Guess he should have just stuck to being a theater critic.