Ánh Sáng Vô Hình (Tái Bản 2017) tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Julia Stanossek _ulia_tanossek — The series The Belgariad was my first introduction into the world of high fantasy when I was a kid. While it sticks to standard fantasy fair it does so in a way that is accessible to a younger reader. It is also just a fun book to read. There is adventure and magic, warriors and sorcerers and evil gods, and a boy in the middle of it all who starts to realize he is no ordinary boy. Any fan of Lord of the Rings would love this series as it is a fun, light hearted introduction to high fantasy. Any fan of Harry Potter would recognize a lot of Garion was years later placed in Harry. They were both young boys who had their parents murdered when they were babies and were placed in the care of their aunts. They are both surprised to find that they are not ordinary little boys when adventure comes at last into their lives and they discover they are capable of more than they ever suspected. When the Orb of Aldur is stolen and the old storyteller comes to fetch Aunt Pol to help go and find it they take Garion, and surprisingly enough the blacksmith Durnik, and head off on an adventure in an attempt to reclaim it. They meet up with a prince turned spy named Silk and a giant bear of a man named Barak. There is magic, intrigue and fighting and when the band finds themselves arrested they end up at royal court. Then things get really interesting. Throughout there is lots of sly humor and witty dialogue, jabs at other high fantasy novels, and some fantastic set up for what promises to be an entertaining series. Highly recommended for young fantasy fans, or fans that are ready to expand from Harry Potter into high fantasy. If your younger reader finds the prologue difficult to get into, feel free to skip it and just start at chapter one. The prologues in all the books in this series are quotes from scrolls about the history of the world and can be tough reading straight out of the box for a younger reader. Get into the adventure first and then when they want to know what all this Orb business is about go back and read that prologue, it will make a lot more sense.

Yingying Feng _ndieyingying — The excellent thing about this book is that it’s gothic, overwrought, and ridiculous (decadent? Baroque?) cover to cover. These poems don't live in a hum-drum world that's sometimes, melodramatically, punctured by the horrible. They live in an inverted world where things without shape or skin are devouring each other all the time. What seems initially absurd-- "The gorge is swarming with guinea pigs." --taps into weirdly fundamental anxieties "...She gives birth and groans, she moans and bleeds. Everywhere the membranes, everywhere their bloated puff bellies. We run with the heart in the tunnel, you and I, while nervous systems break down behind us, while the amniotic fluid surges in the pumping, pulsing chasm..." Where some prose poems have fun transforming one thing into another--here's a turtle--Poof--it's a hat!--these seem to confront us with the liminal. It's figures seem mutated, change is painful, uncontrollable-- "...His hands sank into her as if into clay, which amorphously and muddily enclosed in his soft stumps. The girl could no longer be distinguished from the whining animal. The creature got up on its legs and wobbled across the slippery floor. Again a kind of moan rose toward the brown skies..." The language plugged right into my animal brain. Couldn't put it down.

Monik M lesiegphoto — I first read The New Life cerca 1997 or 1998 and fell in love with it then. I "won" the novel in an English Dept. Xmas party book exchange. The new prof of postcolonial lit (among other areas of expertise), Lisa Nakamura, at Sonoma State University was my "anonymous" gift-giver. I was prompted to reread the novel recently after a friend who read it with her book group admitted she found the writing (style)clunky and unsatisfying. (I had suggested the novel to them). One can admire Pamuk's novel through the looking-glass of postmodernism or postcolonialism or one can simply enjoy it as a surreal kind-of sort-of road novel cum romance cum Bildingsroman. Set in "modern" Turkey, where the existential mode of transport for young seekers is neither the railroads of the European Lost Generation nor the automobile of 50's and forward American youth, but the bus. On the Road here means On the Bus and it is on board that life, love, death, politics and philosophy play themselves out.