Giusi Orlando itibaren Clarinda VIC , Australia

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05/05/2024

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2019-06-25 17:40

Alpay - Gitme TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Esen

I wasn't expecting rocket science from this chick lit book, but I was expecting something more enjoyable than what I got. The three Sullivan sisters must write their confessions to their grandmother Almighty because the old coot cut them all out of her will. And so we get the plot through their confessions. One sister loves an older man and runs away from her cotillion. One sister tells all the family secrets on her blog and gets suspended from school for blasphemy. The other sister thinks she's immortal and believes she killed her step-grandpa. And that's about it. I never did get attached to any of the characters and didn't laugh at all while I read the book. It was light-hearted in parts, but just didn't reach me. Best part of the book is the cover!

2019-06-25 18:40

Karpem-Rita Ray TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Martı Yayınları

slightly disturbing, but highly entertaining. kept me busy while waiting at many an airport terminal.

2019-06-25 19:40

Binboğalar Efsanesi - Yaşar Kemal TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Yapı Kredi Yayınları

Let me preface this by stating that I have a degree in English Literature and nearly failed Physics 101, and, yet, I devoured this 800+ page Physics book. Well, it's not exactly a Physics book, but rather an exhaustive and eloquent cultural history of the events leading up to, comprising, and following, the making of the atomic bomb. Rhodes is at once an engaging journalist and a detailed, erudite historian. It's truly no wonder why this book won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award.

2019-06-25 20:40

Sevgili Efendimize Muhammedi Dua TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Buhara Yayınları

Excellent. Also read in September 1992.

2019-06-25 21:40

Kırmızı Başlıklı Kız (3 Boyutlu) TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Martı Yayınları

Another amusing ride along with Jack, Gary, and company.

2019-06-25 22:40

Lazca Dil Kartları TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Delta Kültür Yayınevi

This book is centered around a bunch of formerly secondary characters I didn't really get to know all that well, even though I own the book that contains their backstory. (As such, I felt obligated to re-read that book, "Flashpoint," and came to the conclusion that it really doesn't deserve a spot on my bookshelf. I will be posting it for swap.) In general, "Dark of Night" had way too much of the suspense plot and not enough character development. A couple of the author's choices also had me scratching my head: 1) I was ready to believe (view spoiler). 2) There's a massive top-secret operation going on, involving about ten people he knows, but Tom Paoletti is clueless?! No way.

2019-06-25 23:40

Pons Grossworterbuch Deutsch Als Fremdsprache TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Klett (Ernst)

After reading Twilight(which I regret)this book's view on the supernatural was refreshing. Its world is so detailed and well organized it makes you believe that a reality like that could exist. A little romance with a lot of action, plot and suspense this book has something for everyone.

2019-06-26 00:40

Çorbanın Kitabı - Ebru Omurcalı TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Alfa Yayınları

عالی بود

2019-06-26 01:40

Pearson Süper Patates 2- Sebzelerin Gücü Adına - Paul Linnet TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Pearson

“That song can make me feel so sad,” said Naoko. “I don't know, I guess I imagine myself wandering in a deep wood. I'm all alone and it's cold and dark, and nobody comes to save me. That's why Reiko never plays it unless I request it.” - Naoko about Norwegian Wood “It makes me feel like I'm in a big meadow in a soft rain.” - Naoko about Michelle. “Thinking back on the year 1969, all that comes to mind for me is a swamp - a deep, sticky bog that feels as if it's going to suck off my shoe each time I take a step. I walk through the mud, exhausted. In front of me, behind me, I can see nothing but the endless darkness of a swamp. Time itself slogged along in rhythm with my faltering steps. The people around me had gone on ahead long before, while my time and I hung back, struggling through the mud. The world around me was on the verge of great transformations. Death had already taken John Coltrane who was joined now by so many others. People screamed there would be revolutionary changes- which always seemed to be just ahead, at the curve in the road. But the changes that came were just two-dimensional stage sets, backdrops without substance or meaning. I trudged along through each day in its turn, rarely looking up, eyes locked on the never-ending swamp that lay before me, planting my right foot, raising my left, planting my left foot, raising my right, never sure where I was, never sure I was headed in the right direction, knowing only that I had to keep moving, one step at a time.” I'd been waiting for a book like this all my life. A book which holds my hand and takes me to a special place. I don't know who I am in that place, I only remember what I felt. This is it. They caressed an intimate part of my soul, those idyllic summer afternoons in college spent listening to Rubber Soul with a battered book in hand. I was happy to be exactly where I was. I had nothing to do and nowhere to be. I could have lain there and listened to the opening strains of Girl again and again. Like McCartney, I just needed someone to hear my story. I was very glad to be lost; in conversation, in reflection, in anything which catalyzed and spurred on my natural instinct to dream. I felt like a child who has wandered away after school and has no intention of going home until he has seen some unfamiliar parts of the city. A little part of me was in a crowded street lined with colourful stalls selling delicious food. Another part of me was on a crowded bus looking at adults going about their business and feeling grown up. The world was full of endless possibilities, all of them in parallel realities, comfortably within the reach of my invincible spirit . I was delightfully disoriented, my mind continually wandering, pausing to reflect on women, to the finer aspects of Paul's bass playing, then moving on to the futile task of figuring out my favourite Beatles album. I was walking down a long corridor of white doors with oak shelves of thoughts and bouquets. I opened one door and found myself in a row of ebony doors, which glistened in the light like someone had splashed water on it and then wiped the floor beneath it clean. I was bewildered to see that there was no way out of this corridor. I went on opening doors, making my way through endless corridors until I reached a corridor with a grey stone wall which stared back at me. The wall dissolved into a girl who had pleaded togetherness through teary eyes. It turned into her fingers brushing against my cheek for the last time, into her lingering scent on my clothes. Then I opened my eyes and the wall reappeared. I trudged along the edge, scratching the wall with my fingernails aching for the white door, but all I found was the wall whose austere intensity asked me to stop all further advances. I craned my neck to see where the wall ended and found a photo of George looking down at me. In my head, Here Comes The Sun started playing. Another song, another trip. On many a cool winter morning, I'd woken up, looked at my sun-tinted window pane and played this song, urged by habit and George's gentle crooning. He was telling me to go and look at that magnificent sun. And so I did. I let that guitar strumming do what it does best, unclog my mind of everything trivially distressing. What remained was the unmistakeable feeling of happiness waiting for me around the bend. It's all right. It's all right. I had opened my doors to unspeakable things and a jungle awaited me on the other side. I didn't know whether I should get into the fray or let my way take it's final form. I thought I had it; the knowledge of knowing what I was doing. Those warm afternoons and cool mornings are a bittersweet Beatlesque void in my mind. I ache for that time now and then. Norwegian Wood has the gentleness which comes close to filling that void. The book doesn't fix a fist down the void and widen it. It fills it with honey, enough honey to warm my soul and send sugary shivers of nostalgia down my spine. It affords me one more look through the good ol' retroscope. This is a book which revels in the past, wallows in the past, afraid to move, trudges along the present dragging its feet on the road making a sound like the languid echoes of Death's footsteps. This is a book about how Death and your past are not beyond your life, they are part of your life. They are part of who you are. It is pervaded by a spirit of adolescent alienation. You know, that strange unshakeable belief that takes over us at some point in our lives. A voice which whispers to us our deepest fears, that we are vastly different from the rest of the world, that they don't understand who we are and that it's only our fault it is this way. But the tone of the book is not angry or bitter. On the other hand, it's a gentle celebration of this aloofness. It makes you want to feel the intense emotions the characters experience; with dignity. It's about how close friendships influence our lives, whether you like it or not. At the same time it speaks of a spiritual solitude in us. We have to battle our inner demons at all times and places. No one else can know what's on our mind. We can only hope to touch someone else's life and change it in ways we're unaware of. It tells us that we are players who meet each other at the football field for a game. At times we kick the ball around for a while, laugh heartily among ourselves and leave the field, slapping each others' backs. Sometimes, we accuse each other of unfair play and forget it was just a game. And all those girls. How can I forget them? Girls who were overcome by the grossness of reality. Girls who weren't strong enough. Girls who didn't want to be strong. Girls who wanted love. Love they thought they deserved, love they didn't know they needed. Girls who shouted when they were angry. Girls who wept in the bathroom under the shower. The simply seductive prose of the book calls for a sensory reading. A reading that is suspiciously like dreaming, as you are transported to a time and place that is unknown, yet intimate.

2019-06-26 02:40

Kan Grubunuza Göre Beslenme - Peter J. D'Adamo TrendKitaplar Kütüphanesi

Tarafından yazılmış kitap Tarafından: Yakamoz Yayınevi

I need more YA novels in my life. Jedi bromance seems like a good place to start!

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