49 Cây Cơm Nguội - Tái bản 12/2013 tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Ivan Dimov walker35 — Vay. Richelle Mead kesinlikle tekrar yaptı. Onun karakterleri (Adrian!) İçin seyirci kökü yapmak için inanılmaz yeteneği ile beni uçurdu, sonsuz şaşırtıcı bir komplo ve bir sonraki kitabın çıkması için çok uzun süre beklemek zorunda olduğum için beni üzüyor!

Tariq Halawa _ariq_ortfolio — The quintessential book for shitting in the woods.

Charalampos Agiannidis _abis_giannidis — My response to The Anti-Romantic Child: A Story of Unexpected Joy by Priscilla Gilman was so strong and so personal I doubt if I can write a reasonable review. What I can say is the Gilman writes beautifully, she presents relationships, familial and romantically, with clarity while retaining the complexity of those relationships and of the individuals involved. She is never dismissive nor does she take the route of easy judgments. I was fascinated by her childhood (I too grew up on Manhattan's Upper West Side, but in a very different world, nonetheless; however, my mother's ability to create magical moments were brought back to me by Gilman's descriptions of her father's gifts). And the pain of the paradise lost experienced when her parents' marriage cracked open, her need to comfort the vulnerable parent, her own love affair with literature and struggle (emotionally-intellectually she was clearly more than able to hold her own) in the sometimes emotionally sterile world of high-stakes academia, her love affair with the man she married-all were mesmerizing, a combination of fairy tale and reality. And I love how Gilman weaves her favorite poet (Wordsworth's) work into her narrative. I chuckled when she became a parent: as every parent knows, so much of parenting is non-Wordsworthian. Children, even babies, are so stubbornly themselves and they so rarely fit our fantasy. But with Gilman's first child, as with my second, the gap between fantasy and reality is even greater. And most painful (unless this is my projection/identification) is that the ways in which her baby is special and valuable and wonderful are also the ways in which he is "disordered," "special" (a word my own son uses only with heavy sarcasm) in a negative way, a "problem," and, worst of all, perhaps nothing but a set of diagnostic criteria, all of which adding up, not to the child you love and wonder at but to a "label," a problem to be solved. The book brought back the feelings of despair I knew at times that I don't even want to remember. But it also brings in the very special joy that no one who has not lived it can understand. When everything "ordinary" is a struggle, a mother's life can be so painful. All a mother wants is her child's happiness. And to believe her child has a future that will be satisfying to him. When that is in question, it's like living as an open wound. But every triumph is unbelievably sweet. To see a "fragile" child gain resilience is to become stronger oneself; to see him blossom is to know that miracles exist. This book shows how love is a miracle that is never old. Gilman doesn't so much illuminate Wordsworth's poetry as connect his words to vivid life which then lights up the poems.

Rudi Heersink _rmada — read for a class, but I had already read The Things They Carried, and Combat Zone didn't disappoint.