Elizabeth Piñeros từ Kabbe, Namibia

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11/21/2024

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2019-01-01 00:30

Bước Vào Thế Giới Của Nhau - Humans Of Hanoi Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Humans Of Hanoi

Originally posted at FanLit. A Voice for Princess is the first volume of John Morressy’s KEDRIGERN CHRONICLES, a series of novels and short stories about the reclusive wizard Kedrigern. In this first novel, Kedrigern retires from the wizard guild because he’s mad at his colleagues for schmoozing with alchemists (whom Kedrigern considers beneath barbarians on the human worth scale). Accompanied by his ugly but loyal house troll, Spot (whose vocabulary consists entirely of the word “Yah!”), off Kedrigern goes to build himself a solitary home on Silent Thunder Mountain. Eventually Kedrigern becomes lonely and decides he’d like a wife. After a couple of unsuccessful courting efforts, he stumbles upon a beautiful and intelligent princess who has been turned into a frog. What luck! Kedrigern’s area of expertise is counterspells, but ... Read More: http://www.fantasyliterature.com/revi...

2019-01-01 01:30

405 Bài Tập Toán Lớp 4 Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

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Story started off a little slow, but after a'while the storyline came together and the main chatacters' came alive. They came to see their neighbors and those God allowed to cross their lives through God's eyes vs. their previous habits of seeing through their own and judging. The Good Hope Road became full of hope & good for those who were willing to travel on it :)

2019-01-01 02:30

Con Gái Bà Triệu Thế Kỷ 21 - Chuyện Về Những Người Phụ Nữ Việt Nam Ghi Dấu Ấn Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Irene Ohler

Fun read! For sci-fi fans or physics geeks alike, Kaku has a playful and very conversational style that delves into time, space, dimensions, etc.

2019-01-01 03:30

Kể Chuyện Cho Bé Tuổi Mầm Non - Gà Trống Kiêu Căng Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

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This book is a comedy of manners, which means I should hate it on principle, but I don't. I really love how fucked up and inappropriate the damn thing is. It was the kind of un-pc thing that could be written way back before our chairs had so much goddamn padding (as E-Lo would say.)

2019-01-01 04:30

Giáo Trình Nhập Môn Trí Tuệ Nhân Tạo Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

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Good, but at the same time it felt like just another Holocaust book

2019-01-01 05:30

Võ Nguyên Giáp Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Georges Boudarel

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2019-01-01 06:30

Combo Cẩm Nang Bỏ Túi Cho Tình Yêu (Bộ 3 Cuốn) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nhiều tác giả

I actually own this as the original series of 5 comic book issues. It's excellent. Sam Kieth is a master at creepy, yet darkly funny, comics.

2019-01-01 07:30

50 Bài Học Triết Lý Từ Cuộc Sống - Duy Trì Trái Tim Khiêm Tốn Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Tri Thức Việt (Biên Soạn)

Edward Abbey was not a politically correct environmentalist. He was known to drive around in his shiny red gas guzzling Cadillac throwing beer cans out the window, justifying it by saying that the roads were the real pollution. He frustrated both conservatives and liberals with his views and actions, but his anarchist spirit, appetite and love of the desert Southwest could not be hemmed in by the rigidities of either party. (Although he once said "It is better to be a knee jerk liberal than a knee pad conservative.") I disagree with his views on immigration, but understand what informed them. He was so protective of the land he loved that he did not want to see it destroyed by overpopulation. I first read Desert Solitaire in my early twenties and fell in love. I've read it several times since then but haven't read any Abbey in probably over ten years. While reading Down the River I fell in love with him all over again. Abbey's writing is contemplative and philosophical, fiery and feisty, lusty, fearless, gorgeous, and OPINIONATED. He fills me with a yearning for my somewhat misplaced wild self, for the desert Southwest, and for wild adventure in general. Abbey reminds me of Terry Tempest Williams when he writes about our culture's obsession with sex, saying that we are so obsessed because sex is about the only primordial adventure left for most of us who are caged in by industrial society. I'm also reminded of the book, Wild Hunger: The Primal Roots of Modern Addiction, which looks into the root causes of addiction, claiming that it is our lack of and longing for primal connection and experience that cause us to become addicted to a variety of substances or activities. Down the River introduces me to an Edward Abbey that feels a bit tamer and more sociable than I was used to in either Desert Solitaire or The Monkey Wrench Gang. I must admit that it was kind of a shock to read about Abbey taking a guided rafting tour (I guess I saw him as a self-sufficient DIY guy), sipping wine and listening to musicians play pleasant music (far too civilized, and dare I say, "yuppie"!) at sunset in a canyon after roughing it all day on the river. Funny the images we unconsciously concoct of our gods... I liked the first essay, Down the River with Henry Thoreau, the best. Abbey floats down the Green and Colorado rivers while offering his musings about Thoreau and modern society. Abbey is sometimes called the Thoreau of the West, but in character Thoreau and Abbey were quite different. Thoreau was an easterner, a devout vegetarian, puritanical, apparently asexual, and almost religious/mystical about environmentalism. Though Abbey was born in Pennsylvania, he was a westerner through and through, making the West his home. He was also an unapologetic carnivore/omnivore, a lover of women, and much more down-and-dirty-in-the-muck-of-earth than Thoreau. Despite their differences Abbey had great respect for Thoreau. When I think back to Walden, even though I love the book, there were parts of it that were quite dry and solely factual - measurements of ponds and counts of particular animals or goods in his cabin. Abbey's writing feels much more succulent and passionate. I prefer Abbey. The following excerpts offer a little taste of Abbey's philosophy about knowledge and understanding. "Modern science and technology have given us the engineering techniques to measure, analyze, and take apart the immediate neighborhood, including the neighbors, but this knowledge adds not much to our understanding of things. 'Knowledge is power,' said Francis Bacon, the great-great grandfather of the nuclear age. Power, exactly - that's been the point of the game all along. But power does not lead to wisdom, even less to understanding. Sympathy, love, physical contact - touching - are better means to so fine an end." "Though a sucker for philosophy all of my life I am not a thinker but a feeler - a toucher. A feeler groping his way with the white cane of the senses through the hairy jungle of life. I believe in nothing I cannot touch, kiss, embrace - whether a woman, a child, a rock, a tree, a bear, a shaggy dog. The rest is hearsay. If God is not present in this young prickly pear jabbing its spines into my shin, then God will have to get by without my help. I'm sorry but that's the way I feel. The message in the bottle is not for me." So beautiful and eloquent... In many of the essays, Abbey is traveling and riding rivers with his daughter Susie. Later it becomes clear to me why he included a review of the book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, one of all time my favorites. In "ZAMM" the author Robert Pirsig contemplates the nature of Value while riding cross country on a motorcycle with his son Chris. Abbey was asked by the Mountain Gazette to write a review of the book, but since he had already written a favorable review for the New York Times he supposedly subcontracted it to a friend of his who he said was a biker, a pimp, a freelance mechanic and an ex-convict. The review is hilarious. He bemoans the lack of practical and technical advice and writes that the book has "...a lot of fuzzy philosophizing and half-assed mystical fucking ancient history, man, [that] keeps getting in the way of the book as a fucking whole." I have to wonder if Abbey is pulling our leg and made up this guy, It's just too funny! Abbey does not have a general love of "the land", "the earth", "the environment"; he is in love with a particular place on earth, the Desert Southwest. His writing in the essay, Notes from a Cold River, about his time in the Yukon, is not nearly as vibrant and connected. Something clearly comes alive in Abbey when he is in the desert Southwest or when he is contemplating or writing about it. Where did I read once that we love specific things or people; we do not love in general?? The other essay that I really liked was My Friend Debris. He writes about his friendship with Debris(DePuy), "not only a painter of romantic landscapes but a maker of jerky." Here's an excerpt: "As a matter of course, like good sagebrush patriots, we burned or leveled innumerable billboards together, and sanded and sugared a goodly number of earthmovers, ore-trucks, front-end loaders and Caterpillar bulldozers. Naturally." Sounds like good times! Through his conversations with Debris, I realized what an artist Abbey is in his own right. I tended to think of Abbey as a kind of hard-nosed, but passionate realist, but really there is quite a romantic in there. He is a word painter. I just can't do Edward Abbey enough justice. Only he can do that through his writing. He is one of a kind, and I have to think that his writing has helped and will continue to help to preserve the desert Southwest. I will end with a couple excerpts from Down the River that really give a lot of the flavor and humor (oh, I never mentioned that!) of Abbey's writing. "Gathered on their favorite dead tree, heads nodding together, the vultures resembled from our vantage point a convocation of bald, politic funeral directors discussing business prospects - always good. Dependable. The mature birds have red, wrinkled featherless heads; the young are a bluish color and also naked. The heads are bald because it's neater, safer, more sanitary, given the line of work. If you made your living by thrusting your beak and eyes and ears and neck deep into the rotting entrails, say, of a dead cow, you too would prefer to be as bald as a buzzard. Feathers on the head would impede a hasty withdrawal, when necessary, and might provide lodging for maggots, beetles, worms, and bacteria. Best for the trade to keep sleek and tidy." "She is dressed this morning like a gypsy in full skirt, flowered blouse, a scarlet kerchief on her head and golden hoops dangling from her pierced ears. She wears sandals. She plays the guitar. She smokes a pipe and farts when she feels like it, and swears like a man. A good honest woman." "If we must have one more war let it be a simple and direct encounter between Kremlin and Pentagon, one deft surgical strike removing simultaneously two malignancies from the human body politic. Mankind will not be free until the last general is strangled with the entrails of the last systems-analyst. As my sainted grandmother used to say." Brilliant.

2019-01-01 08:30

Sao Con Hỏi Mà Con Kiến Không Trả Lời? Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Trần Lê Sơn Ý

Not as good as The Lively Bones

2019-01-01 09:30

325 Hiện Tượng Huyền Bí Của Vũ Trụ Và Trái Đất Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Anh Thy

A walk back in time to 1960s London and the struggles of a young, married African woman who struggles to make sense of her location and relationships.

Người đọc Elizabeth Piñeros từ Kabbe, Namibia

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.