Tuyển Tập Những Bài Ca Cổ Hay - Bông Hồng Cài Áo Và Còn Thương Rau Đắng Mọc Sau Hè tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Erlangga Kmoekasan erlanggakm19b8 — "and for the rest, it was like trying to pick up a glass of water without the glass."

Henk Brand beautylocator — Come, let us be honest with each other - or, okay, let me be honest with you. I read this book once, at full-tilt, couldn't-put-it-down, pry-it-from-my-dead-hands speed, almost twenty years ago. I spent an afternoon, evening, and part of a night reading it. And then I could never read it again. Mostly, that was because it terrified me: it seemed so grimly possible. Partly, that was because this one of my early exposures to books about women and women's issues, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. And partly, that was because - it's hard to explain, but, okay, look. I read this like I had a compulsion to get through it, like I was under a geas or something. I'm not sure the reading experience was fun, but it felt somehow necessary, and I've never been sorry I read it. But I have no desire at all to repeat the experience. No matter what Atwood herself would say (she, uh, believes she's too good for science fiction, which makes me giggle all night long), this is solid, excellent near-future dystopic SF. And I won't spoil it for the eight people in the world who haven't read it, except to say that if you already fear religious extremists, this will haunt your dreams. And if you don't fear them, well, after this, maybe you will. Recommended for: people who are interested in dystopic SF, women's issues, religious extremism, or terrifyingly possible near futures. Not recommended for: anyone who might take this as a how-to manual. Seriously. Difficult enough to deal with when it's fiction, thanks.