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Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nhiều Tác Giả
Ok, not the deepest read, but if you are looking for a little escapism with a delicious hero, this is the hero for you. Dirk Pitt...
Sách được viết bởi Bởi:
Eye opening for this Catholic school girl!
One of Thing 1 & Thing 2's favorites; one of those rare books that makes both children and adults laugh. Highly recommend, especially for boys.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Tuấn Nguyên Hoài Đức
** spoiler alert ** I started this a few days ago. I have liked everything I've read from this author. I like this one as well so far. I was suprized at the portrayal of the mother. I was rolling my eyes reading that just because she was no longer the great beauty she was when she was in her first youth and no longer "the most beautiful woman in seven kingdoms" that she just closeted herself away and made herself fade away unto death for such a stupid reason. I remember reading a version of this story "Many Fur" by the Grimm brothers when I was little. Before the mother dies she makes the father swear he won't marry any woman who isn't her equal in beauty.Once the daughter is grown of course she is the only equal to her mother's beauty. In the fairy tale she gives her father 3 tasks he must perform before she will mary him. She uses one of these gifts to enable her escape. In this book her father waits until she is grown and after 17 years of neglect wants to possess her simply because of her beauty. After she refuses him and tries to lock herself away from him he breaks in and rapes her. These scenes and her escape and recovery after this is written very well and most believeably. I was truly crying at times. Her only companion and truly the only one who truly loves her is her dog Ash.Given to her when her mother dies. Of course she doesn't truly mourn her mother because neither of her parents seemed to give a shit about her all of her life. This dog is what truly saves her and gives her the strenght to survive. She flees to the mountains and appears to be pregnant. When she finally remembers who beat and raped her she is saved by the "Moonwoman" who takes her memories from her and changes her appearence by changing her hair to white and her eyes to black and gives her a white gown that will never stain. Her dog Ash is given a long coat of fur. She makes her way to the city where the prince who gave her her dog lives and gets a job caring for puppies. She is mistaken for the Moonwoman and helps to locate a lost child.When she goes with the prince to see the lady a ball is going to be given for she sees a portrait that was done of herself when she was younger. She gets her memory back and lears it has been five years since she escaped her father. She now remembers everything but is determined not to let it destroy her. I finished this the same day I wrote this. I was suprized with the ending. When she is at the ball she finds she is much prized to the dismay of her rival. Late in the ball Ossin proposes to her but she refuses and runs away. She realizes that she loves him but she is too afraid after what has happened to her. She runs away back to her hut in the mountains where she almost looses Ash to an attack by another creature. When Ash recovers in the spring she feels a need to rush back to the city. On her way she hears of an oncoming royal wedding which only spurs her on faster. When she arrives she meets her friend Lilac who tells her that the princess and not the prince is to be wed and to her father. She rushes into the room where the ceremony is taking place and finally confronts her father.I was suprized at the graphic and gothic scene that unravels where blood flows from her and she is on fire as she changes back to her true self. After she confesses she is at the alter aflame and splits in two.I think into herself and her mother. She flies through her father who doesn't acknowledge her and turns him into an old man.She flees Ossin who is the only one who hasn't cowered from her this whole time.He follows her and tracks her down begging her to stay and marry her. She doesn't know if she can have the strenght to stay with him but will try to stay with him as long as she can. He acceps this and that is how it ends. I really like this author but the only problem with her is that she always ends the book too soon. Rose Daughter and Beauty had their endings rushed and stopped too quickly. This one ended with the sadistic father left back in the castle with no clear indication what will happen to him. If he dies or is killed by Ossin or flees to his miserable country to fade to nothing. Good RIddiance!! Him and his whole country can go to hell!! Anyone who mourns only because someone was beautiful and blames a rape victem for her father's actions really need to have the shit kicked out of them!!
Space: I’m in Coolidge’s mind space digging on the various resonances of this simple word with the poetry contained within the book of this title. It helps that the epigraph is a direct transcription of a dictionary entry of SPACE. It’s an open word, capable of encompassing the specific and the unspecified. It is an emptiness but also a thing. It’s like the number “zero” in the realm of things. There is so much going on in this simple word that the dictionary entry could be a complete poem in itself. The title of the collection itself is a stroke of genius, let alone the poems that make up the space of Space. The book is divided into four distinct sections that in my analysis travel a rough progression from a poetry of things, of things of the world, to a poetry of fragments of pure word. In my mind it traverses a similar narrative arc as Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey – from earthy apes with feet firmly planted on earth to astronaut fragmenting into ethereal space baby (the last "word" in the book is nize - and as it came out two years after the film for all I know the film was one of the ten thousand things in Coolidge’s mind as he put this book together. Though this is poetry very much constructed out of individual lines which themselves are constructed out of individual words (or even word fragments), as opposed to poetry constructed out of overarching ideas or concepts, it can not be readily illustrated by individual lines, as it is also a poetry of cumulative rhythmic effect and composition; but the following four lines are examples of each of the four sections of the book: roughen the skin around the lapel, the lemon what buck last cattle lap form pits lock mix deem or the and dense Instead of picking these at random I could have searched for lines that more directly illustrated my idea of the progression of the poetry through the book, but I liked the idea of randomness, and I think there is some indication here of my premise, of a progression from direct tactility of things (however hard to actually envision) to a tactility of pure words. Here is a complete poem from section four that is one of my favorites in the book: OUR We’ve the doesn’t. This suspension. This this. Then but. Back at a. If the: here which, now why. Because they. Out. Mode they. They they. That I we’ve. We’ve risking. We’ve and. Nothing but words. Not an image here. But if you read the book in order by the time this poem is reached your mind is so full of Coolidge’s extreme concision and denseness and tactilenss of language, and rhythm, especially rhythm, that all these “filler” words, words with no tactile resonance or associated imagery or even simple meaning, actually become overblown with significance and feel and music, which all add up to a meaning that is more music meaning than language meaning (if one is unaccustomed to regarding language as music rather than functional meaning). This book is Cooldige at his best, and as it’s also his first book, I do wonder how he managed to produce other bests after it, but do it he did, and do it he did in spades. Through a long career, which is still continuing, poetry such as this, with infinite variations, has appeared from him, while managing to remain a more intuitive than theoretical poet, which for me is generally a higher aesthetic level. Of course it is also a poetry of extreme subjectivity (in language that is; he very rarely proceeds from a psychological space, which is usually what I associate with subjectivity), and so is elusive even to people who have been reading him for twenty years, such as myself. But it is also a poetry of mystery, of deep aesthetic mystery, as in “What in the hell is he doing?! And why do I like it so much!?”. <<<review truncated, must get back to work...>>>
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Barry Schwartz
its a good book
Given my unique position of owning two separate businesses with multiple partners, this book gave a clear picture of building a team. Although a fable, it was well written, easy to read, and insightful. My negative critique would be the lack of practical application, if someone were to read this and they lacked the creativity and self discipline to create change, this book would be a waste of time... leaving them with them asking the question: "But How". The questionnaire at the end of the book although basic is helpful.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Lê Xuân Tùng
I was glad I read it, but it was long and fairly depressing. Not depressing because people are sick or die, but depressing because it makes it seem like people and relationships are hopeless...and I don't feel that way.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Ngô Thị Giáng Uyên
A librarian or teacher would be hard pressed to find preschool/early elementary students who are NOT squealing in hysterics over this book. Mrs. Millie just doesn't seem to get anything right..."don't cut in the lion" rather than line as an example. The results of the text with the silly illustrations are a hit!
هذه هي تجربتي الأولى مع خوسيه ساراماجو , بالرغم من أن كلا من الطوف الحجري و عام على وفاة ريكاردوس يقبعان على رف مكتبتي منذ فترة طويلة.. بدأت في هذه السيرة الذاتية " التي تخص طفولته" بعد أن انتهيت من عشتُ لأروي لـ للعظيم ماركيز، لأكتشف أني كلما قرأت صفحة لساراماجو أزداد شغفا و ولعًا بـ ماركيز.. لا أتحدث عن زخم الأحداث.. فكلاهما عاش حياة مليئة جدا بالأحداث و التفاصيل تكفي لكتابة العشرات من الكتب , لكني أتحدث عن اللغة و الأسلوب و الصياغة و حتى الذاكرة التي تبدو لدى ساراماجوا كما لو أنها لسمكة ذهبية.. فقد أسقطت العديد من الأسماء و الأحداث و تركته يتحدث إلى القاريء بصورة مباشرة.. ساراماجو .. لم يكتب سيرته الذاتية كعملٍ أدبيّ كما حدث مع ماركيز و رضوى عاشور و مريد البرغوتي " السير التي قرأتها".. بل فقط دوّن الأحداث التي يتذكرها و يعتذر منّا إن أسقطت الذاكرة معظمها أمنح هذه السيرة الذاتية نجمتين و نصف من أجل التعليقات التي تقطر حنين - تمكن ساراماجو من كبته خلال الكتاب- المكتوبة تحت بعض الصور الشخصية له و للعائلة في نهاية الكتاب
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.