Po-ying Chen từ Zaliztsi, Ternopil's'ka oblast, Ukraine

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11/21/2024

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Po-ying Chen Sách lại (11)

2018-05-18 13:30

Chuột Đồng Và Chuột Nhà Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nhiều Tác Giả

Wow, This is a GREAT BOOK. This was a fascinating read and one I would love to discuss with others or even the author himself as there's a bit of a mystery at the very end. I found the philosophical and religious discussions very interesting. It has been billed a book that "will make you believe in God"... great as it is, I don't believe it lives up to that! What makes it even more fascinating is that depending on the reader's perspective, so much can be taken from this book. I recognize that when it comes to reading and interpretation, I don't always "get it"... and perhaps I didn't "get it" with the Life of Pi... but I got something and found it to be an inspiring and thought-provoking read. The author's note makes the book all the more interesting and re-reading it now just brought tears to my eyes... is this story based on a real story? Or is the author's note something to draw us in? In any case, Yann Martel's excellent writing tells an amazing story which has so much meaning and leaves much to ponder. If I find my bookmark with personal notes and quotes, I'll add them. Here are those I could find: "I have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he's not careful." p.7 "I wish I could convey the perfection of... But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it." p 18 "It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards..." p24 "If you take two steps towards God, God runs to you!" p77 "The presence of God is the finest of rewards." p79 " There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless. These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy begging for a few paise, walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, 'Business as usual.' But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story, Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of thier indignation is astonishing. Their resolve if frightening. These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart. Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defence [sic], not God's that the self-righteous should rush." p89-90 "Things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it." p115 "I didn't have pity to spare for long for the zebra. When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival. It was sad that it was suffering so much--and being such a big, strapping creature it wasn't at the end of its ordeal--but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt pity and then I moved on." p 151 "When the sun slipped below the horizon, it was not only the day that died and the poor zebra, but my family as well. With that second sunset, disbelief gave way to pain and grief. They were dead; I could no longer deny it. What a thing to acknowledge in your heart! To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing-- I'm sorry I would rather not go on. I lay down on the tarpaulin and spent the whole night weeping and grieving, my face buried in my arms." 160 "How true it is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true." p 175

Người đọc Po-ying Chen từ Zaliztsi, Ternopil's'ka oblast, Ukraine

Người dùng coi những cuốn sách này là thú vị nhất trong năm 2017-2018, ban biên tập của cổng thông tin "Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn" khuyến cáo rằng tất cả các độc giả sẽ làm quen với văn học này.