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Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Gari
Yeah, I'm in to this shit. Sci-fi and religion.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Hứa Trọng Lâm
Another extremely enjoyable, well written book similar to a book I read previously, The Thirteen Tale, which set me on a particular path of reading. I heard that these are called "book books." The characters include a mysterious love-sick author, a coming-of-age son of a bookseller and many humorous and odd, well drawn others. There is a Cemetery of Forgotten Books. It is a Gothic-type mystery that is especially exotic because it is set in Barcelona.
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I am almost done with this book because I was stranded at two airports for most of yesterday. I have to admit that I really do not like memoirs because it grants the author a creative license that blurs fact and fiction a bit too much for my liking. (Come on, who really remembers exactly what people said to us when we were only 3 years old?) So, I am treating this book like a work of fiction and really do love it. Love the descriptions of all their travels. Want to strangle the parents for being so horrible and selfish. My only question is --when does this take place? There was a reference to the Watergate hearings while the family lived in Welch and Jeannette worked in the jewelry shop, so I guess that means that the book begins in the early 1960's? Hard to say. Also, I would love to see some photos of the family. Guess I will investigate online.
ENCLAVE is fantastic. It was like a movie in my mind. For being a relatively short book, it covers A LOT and the journey is incredibly exciting. Deuce has worked her whole life to be a Huntress. It’s all she’s ever wanted. She’s brave and strong for a New Blood. She lives by the rules. Then she gets partnered with Fade (how cool is his name?!). He’s not like everyone else and Deuce isn’t sure how to deal with him. He makes her second guess everything she’s ever been taught and awakens a new understanding within her. I’m completely impressed with Ann Aguirre’s imagination and ability to create apocalyptic magic. I was enthralled by the story and attached to the characters. I’m rooting for them in every way. I’ll be anxiously awaiting the release of OUTPOST.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: James Fenimore Cooper
i tried. Both ends of the line are exposed; the lower end terminating in an eye-splice or loop coming up from the bottom against the side of the tub, and hanging over its edge completely disengaged from everything. This arrangement of the lower end is necessary on two accounts. First: In order to facilitate the fastening to it of an additional line from a neighboring boat, in case the stricken whale should sound so deep as to threaten to carry off the entire line originally attached to the harpoon. In these instances, the whale of course is shifted like a mug of ale, as it were, from the one boat to the other; though the first boat always hovers at hand to assist its consort. Second: This arrangement is indispensible for common safety's sake; for were the lower end of the line in any way attached to the boat, and were the whale then to run the line out to the end almost in a single, smoking minute as he sometimes does, he would not stop there, for the doomed boat would infallibly be dragged down after him into the profundity of the sea; and in that case no town-crier would ever find her again. Before lowering the boat for the chase, the upper end of the line is taken aft from the tub, and passing round the loggerhead there, is again carried forward the entire length of the boat, resting crosswise upon the loom or handle of every man's oar, so that it jogs against his wrist in rowing; and also passing between the men, as they alternately sit at the opposing gunwales, to the leaded chocks or grooves in the extreme pointed prow of the boat, where a wooden pin or skewer the size of a common quill, prevents it from slipping out. From the chocks it hangs in a slight festoon over the bows, and is then passed inside the boat again; and some ten or twenty fathoms (called box-line) being coiled upon the box in the bows, it continues its way to the gunwale still a little further aft, and is then attached to the short-warp - the rope which is immediately connected with the harpoon; but previous to that connexion, the short-warp goes through sundry mystifications too tedious to detail. i tried. but any book with that passage, and thousands of passages just like it, can never get five stars from me. and probably not even four. not because i think it is shitty writing, but because when i was growing up, i was told that girls just wanna have fun, and that was not giving me any fun at all. everyone said, "nooo, karen, you were eighteen when you read this the first time, and you just didn't give it your all - you are bound to love it now, with your years of accumulated knowledge and experience." and that sounded valid to me, and it's like when i turned thirty, and i decided to try all the foods i had thought were "from the devil" and see if i liked them now that i was old. i thought that revisiting this book might have the same results and discoveries. but this book remains like olives to me, and not like rice pudding, which, have you tried it? is quite good. but no. turns out that when i was eighteen, i was already fully-formed. and it's not that i don't understand it - i get the biblical allusions, i understand the bitter humor of fast fish loose fish, i am aware of the foreshadowing and symbolism - i went to school, i learned my theory and my close-reading, but there are passages, like the one above, that i could not see the glory in. all i could see was the dull. and the bitch of it is that it started out fine - good, even. i was really getting into the description of the docks and the nantuckters, and it was giving me good new-england-y feelings. and then came that first chapter about whale-anatomy, and i was laughing, remembering encountering it during my first reading and being really angry that this chapter was jaggedly cutting in on the action. and, honestly, it was really good at the end, too. but the whole middle of this book is pretty much a wash. a sea of boredom with occasionally interesting icebergs. at the beginning, he claims that no one has ever written the definitive book about whales and whaling, so - kudos on that, because this is pretty damn definitive. it's just no fun. maybe i would like it better if it had been about sharks?? i like sharks. i know you wouldn't know it to look at me, but i don't have a problem with challenging books. i prefer a well-told story, sure, and i am mostly just a pleasure-reader, not one that needs to be all snooty-pants about everything i read, but i've done the proust thing, and while he can be wordy at times (hahaahah) his words will, eventually, move me, i understand them, and i appreciate being submerged into his character's thought-soup. viginia woolf - dense writing, but it is gorgeous writing that shines a light into the corners of human experience and is astonishing, breathtaking. thomas hardy has pages and pages of descriptive nature-writing, but manages to make it matter. i just wasn't feeling that here. the chapter on the way we perceive white animals, the whale through various artistic representations, rigging, four different chapters on whale anatomy; it's just too much description, not enough story; it seemed all digressive interlude. and you would think that a book so full of semen and dick and men holding hands while squeezing sperm and grinning at each other would have been enough, but i remain unconverted, and sad of it. maybe if i had read this one, it would have been different: oh, no, i have opened the GIS-door: i am only including this one because i totally have that shark stuffie: maybe i am just a frivolous person, unable to appreciate the descriptive bludgeoning of one man's quest to detail every inch of the giant whale. or maybe all y'all are wrong and deluded. heh. dick.
Book one of the biggest, most epic fantasy series I know of. The first is the best, with a small group of really interesting characters. A few books later it somehow expanded into millions of characters and thousands of plotlines, but you have to keep reading to find out what happens to your favorites. When I read this series, only the first eight books were published. After I read number eight, I didn't know what to do with myself. My friends and I spent hours discussing what we thought would happen next. It was then that I swore to myself that I would never read another series of books until it was completed. Hence I have yet to read Harry Potter. I guess I am just too impatient. Anyways, book nine is sitting on my shelf unread. Book eleven has been published, but now Robert Jordan is quite ill and it is unclear if or when book twelve, apparantly the last book, will be published. I told myself that when the series was complete, I would reread the whole thing.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Megara
A valuable resource for anyone developing a collection of books with lesbian references before written before 1970. Hard to find.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Bruce W. Long
My son could not put this book done- it his words "it rules!"
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Trần Kiêm Đoàn
Paul Fussell is a jerk, but he's funny.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Chris Bradford
A fascinating book, a definite page-turner, extremely sad yet something beautiful comes out of all of the miserableness. All the makings of an excellent story. Which it was. An excellent story without being a great piece of literature or... book, really. Nothing especially remarkable about the writing itself, and the after-thoughts I was mainly left with once it was over were merely, "Gee, the Taliban is even worse than I thought."
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.