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Sách được viết bởi Bởi: KS. Hoàng Anh Quang
The border between reality and fiction blurs to near invisibility in this volume, to my extreme enjoyment. Each of the main characters face challenges which threaten their lives, and the safety of reality itself. Most taxed among them by her experiences is Susannah, who finds she has to dig very deep indeed, back to her days of singing folk songs and demonstrating for civil rights. She becomes stronger, and her ka-tet backs her, but the situation seems insurmountable. I'm really looking forward to the final installment in the series.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nhiều Tác Giả
The best documentaries are the ones that filmmakers never intentionally set out to make. 84, Charing Cross Road is sort of the literary equivalent to me. Neither of the penpals could have had the foresight to know how deep of a relationship they would forge. Thanks to the prevalence of carbon paper at the time, their timeless correspondence was preserved. I've read this classic four times and it never gets old. It reaffirms my faith that people (strangers) can do great and noble things.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Henry Desmet
This book still makes me sad...Your heart is worth protecting and does not belong to someone who will not take care of it...
Sách được viết bởi Bởi:
This story is getting very interesting...
Just okay. I wanted to give up several times. Lots of characters to keep track of, and the Swedish name thing throws me off (I'm kind of a dummy . . . ). I felt there was resolution in the end, so that was satisfying. I don't understand the title though--when did she kick a hornet's nest? The other titles made more sense. Oh well.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Mi Bảo
I loved this book. I upset however, because I don't want to wait until September for the next book in the series!
Gerry B's Book Reviews - http://gerrycan.worpress.com Although I can’t remember being a star struck fan of Tab Hunter (being “star struck” was a condition limited to “bobby soxers” in 1950s’ Pefferlaw), at 74 I am of the right generation to appreciate an autobiography like this one, i.e. “Tab Hunter Confidential: The Making of a Move Star” by Tab Hunter with Eddie Muller [Algonquin Books, 2006]. For one thing I much prefer a behind-the-scenes view of things, which is especially justified after reading about some of the unadulterated hype generated by the Hollywood PR mills in Hunter’s case. Admittedly I’ve never understood the type of mass hysteria demonstrated by “fans” of anyone, be it Elvis, The Beatles, or Will and Kate. Therefore, the first good thing I’ll say about Tab Hunter’s biography is that he didn’t start believing his own press releases. Consequently, we do get a pretty fair glimpse of the man behind the image. Beyond that I would say that this story will be of interest mainly to people of my generation, movie buffs, and modern historians (apologies for the term, Tab). However, for those of us who qualify it is a delightful walk down Memory Lane. For example, remember this: “The Arlington Theatre, home of all my film-infused fantasies was now the neighbourhood’s big make-out. I figured I should get in on the action, be like the guys, even though I had little in common with them. [My experience as well]. “Four or five guys, cruising in a pack, would surround one of the local girls. They’d guide her to the back of the theatre, the way animals isolated and heard one of their own. They’d take turns nuzzling her and fondling her breasts. “I did it too—even though I was always afraid the girl would call the police on me, the way Lois had [A false complaint]. As I copped a few sheepish feels, my brain disconnected. I should be out at the barn, with the horses! That’s where I belong! “The guys ribbed me, of course, for my lack of enthusiasm. I didn’t care. I didn’t want any part of it.30-31.” And that first time: “One of those nights at the Arlington, as I was sitting alone in the dark, a man swooped down into the seat beside me … This guy knew exactly what he was doing. “I let him do it. Hard to say why—I was scared, stupid, and excited. When he was finished, he gave me a dollar and wrote his phone number on a card. “If you every want to do it again,” he said, “call me.” “No chance of that, I told myself, buckling up. But despite the shame already suffocating me, I tucked his card inside my little rawhide-stitched wallet.”32 And confession: “I entered the anonymous confines of the dark confessional, my heart pouding. Because of my acute claustrophobia, confession was already difficult for me. I thought I’d die as I haltingly explained to the priest what had happened. Saying the words was torture, but confessing was the only way I could go on living with myself. “I never finished. Through the latticework boomed the priest’s voice, branding me the most despicable creature in the world. I was unfit to receive God’s forgiveness, unfit to set foot in His house, unfit to live. On and on this “man of God” went, mercilessly, until I ran shaking from the confessional. Instead of offering sanctuary, the church I loved now felt hateful and oppressive.”32-33 I think those passages speak for themselves about how it was to be a gay teenager in the 1950s, so perhaps the reading list should be expanded to include those supporters of DOMA, etc., who want to return to the bad old days. For those who have an interest, however, I highly recommend this story as a fascinating look at an era through the eyes of someone who saw if from the mountain. Five stars.
Everyone on Audible gave this five stars. Well...I'm not so sure. Since Anna Fields died, they had to find a new reader for Susan Elizabeth Phillips books, and Sharon Chochran is great. However, either I'm just not into crazy, silly romances anymore, or this story just didn't do it for me. The middle was actually entertaining, but I thought the beginning and the end were a bit flat.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Viện Khoa Học Xã Hội Việt Nam
I usually love vonnegut and find myself underlining great lines, or quoting him. Not with this. It never quite clicked with me.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Yonezawa Honobu
One of the best books I've read in recent years. This is a story of the absurdities and horrors of war made palatable by dark humor. During the WWII siege of Leningrad by the Germans, two men are sent on a ludicrous mission to find a dozen eggs in a city where the rats have disappeared months ago because there is no garbage to eat and some of the starving citizens have resorted to cannibalism. The principle characters are unlikely bedfellows - a cavalier lady killer soldier and a naive and self deprecating virginal Jewish teenager. They were for me hard to believe initially. But through the course of the story I came to love them and when the last sentence was read (I was listening to the audio version) I sobbed. One of the afflictions of my aging years is that I tend to map the experiences of fictional characters into my own and react emotionally. My other act on finishing the story was to start to listen to it all over again.
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.