Lucie-emma Kenyon từ Marinsow, Pulisan, Likupang Timur, Kabupaten Minahasa Utara, Sulawesi Utara, Indonesia

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2019-01-04 10:30

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Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

I was recommended The Beautiful Fall by a couple who both had been completely smitten by it. The man, and a French man he is, said it was better than Proust. Could a book about Yves Saint Laurent and Karl Lagerfeld be better than Remembrance of Things Past? I guess I wouldn't know since I have had Swann's Way on my "Currently Reading" shelf for six months now. I don't need this to be an epic like Proust's just something on fashion that is more interesting and substantial than Judith Thurman's book that I read a year ago. The book was like reading a gossip column from the 70's. I didn't really have the patience for 300+ pages of that. In certain ways I wished The Beautiful Fall had been more like a tabloid, full of glossy photos. It is so much about surface that I became more interested in the visual aspects of what Alicia Drake was writing about than the characters. I ended up using the book as a kind of starting point for long sessions online looking for photos of the clothes, houses or people mentioned. Drake attributes everything that happens to Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent and their entourages to the fatal force of fashion. All other things seemed less important or totally insignificant in her account, which made it more interesting for me to try and find images that would tell only that but better. Drake 0 - Thurman 1

2019-01-04 12:30

Cuốn Sách Khổng Lồ Về Tảu Hỏa Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Megan Cullis

Even though this book is messy, it is amazing. This left me with the impression that artists were something like sacks. The only difference between the two is that when you get tangled up with a sack, you have to move it away with your hands; when you stumble over an artist, you kick him and he will move off by himself. We all know that in the past, when people killed a hog, they always inflated it first, and then used a primitive technique to remove its hair. There is also a saying that a dead hog is not afraid to be scalded by boiling water, which indicated stoicism. My uncle puffed himself up in order to show that he was a dead hog, unafraid of boiling water. When we really had nothing to say, we would talk about how the crickets from Wan An public cemetery were pretty good at fighting because they fed on dead people's flesh. I said, of course, crickets couldn't be tougher than rats no matter how good they were at fighting. The policeman said it's illegal to fight rats because they spread plague. Well, since it was illegal to fight rats, I shut my mouth. The moral of the story is: if you fear being killed, you can't be an artist. You can only be a physicist. As you know, I'm a novelist now, which is also considered a type of artist. But it's not that I'm no longer afraid of being killed--my mother has passed away and no one is threatening to kill me anymore. To be more specific, the garbage consisted of onionskins, eggshells, and all kinds of plastic bags, which smelled terrible. Everyone wanted it clean but felt whoever did the cleaning would be a sucker. I stopped thinking of her, except for occasionally thinking that she might still be thinking of me. Only when I got up the bank did I start pulling them off one by one and burning them. They turned soft and blistery in the fire. All of a sudden, I felt very frustrated and tired, nothing like a twenty-one-year-old. I realized I would get old quickly if things continued like this. The woman tied her up, starting from her hands and then running the rope over her neck and arms to make a knot. She apologized, I'm just hopeless at tying people up. A person had to accomplish a few things in life and this was one of them. After that she didn't have deep relationships with other people. It's no fun doing the same things over and over. Things that really happen have incomparable charm. Time stops right at the instant that he is about to start reading but hasn't. He didn't especially dislike women, nor did he especially like men. He just hated ugly things and liked beautiful things. When you want to give love, you're a man; when you want to receive love, you're a woman. There is nothing more unimportant than whether you're a man or woman. He said, as long and you yearn to be loved, beauty will come when you beckon.

Người đọc Lucie-emma Kenyon từ Marinsow, Pulisan, Likupang Timur, Kabupaten Minahasa Utara, Sulawesi Utara, Indonesia

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.