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11/24/2024

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2019-07-14 22:30

Búp Sen Xanh Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Sơn Tùng

A bit smug and shrill, but Queenan isn't afraid to say what needs to be said about "mainstream culture" in America.

2019-07-14 23:30

Chuyên đề luyện thi đại học - Sinh thái - Di truyền Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: TS. Trịnh Nguyên Giao

If you love CSI, you will love the way this book reads. It's very fast paced and interesting. There are 3 books in this series and all 3 were page turners.

2019-07-15 00:30

Reading And Vocabulary Development - Thoughts And Notions - Luyện Kỹ Năng Đọc Hiểu Tiếng Anh - Tập 2 (Dùng Kèm 1 CD) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Patricia Ackert

Hellenga is a good writer. His sentences are lovely and direct. Not too flowery and not too drab, but full of the relevant details. The story was good, though really doesn't hold a candle to The Sixteen Pleasures. This is one of those books that I enjoyed reading, but won't really remember after a while. Good, not great.

2019-07-15 01:30

Tà Lài Tụ Nghĩa - Tuyển Tập Nguyên Hùng Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nguyên Hùng

Interesting book, easy to read, gives insight into how modern military operations are planned and carried out.

2019-07-15 02:30

Danh Nhân Việt Nam Song Ngữ - Trạng Nguyên Nhỏ Tuổi Nhất Nước Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Điển Dũng

This was epic in so many ways. To find a publication that recounts the reign of these women in such detail is extrordinary and to be relished. Wonderful information in here, especially on the lesser known of the foreign brides ...Philippa of Hainault and Joannna of Navarre for instance, not to mention the Matildas, of which the information is obscure, at best.

2019-07-15 03:30

50 Món Bánh Ngọt Đặc Sắc (Tái Bản) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

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This is still my favorite book, some twenty years on. I cannot explain why but it has always captured my imagination. I own several different copies, including one in German, and re-read them quite often.

2019-07-15 04:30

Bộ Đề Luyện Thi Kỳ Thi THPT Quốc Gia 2 Trong 1 Toán - Văn - Anh (Phiên Bản Mới) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

I'm biased. I wrote it.

2019-07-15 05:30

Quản Trị Ngân Hàng Thương Mại Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

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in rhyme - a la Dr. Seuss. Interesting . . .

2019-07-15 06:30

Mẹo Vặt Đông Y - Những Bài Thuốc Dân Gian Rau, Củ, Quả Trị Bệnh Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

I confess: the only reason I read his book was its presence on best-seller racks in Borders and Barnes & Noble. I suppose I got what I deserved. At least I had the sense to stop reading it when - well - I'm getting ahead of myself. Be patient. Gilbert is a seeker. I'm a seeker. (Wouldn't you like to be a seeker too? ) In a memoir, as in life, I seek clear-headedness. In a travelogue, I seek - well, clear-headedness and a sense of Being There. In a spiritual memoir, I seek - well - how about perspective? Some evidence of growth? Here's a quote that says it all: The other day in prayer I said to God, "Look - I understand that an unexamined life is not worth living, but do you think I could someday have an unexamined lunch?" Maybe I just wasn't in the mood for this book. (In fact, I just gave a copy to a friend who will like it very much.) What the world needs now isn't love as much as reason and clarity. Without those, love is just an impulse. I need more than the evidence of impulse to want to read a book. Gilbert's travels took her to Italy, India, and Bali. Italy was mostly about food. Even if I, personally, would starve before I ate octopus salad, I can appreciate someone else's appetite. (After all, M.F.K. Fisher wrote about, shall we say, non-standard foods, and her work is stunning.) I can't tell you about Bali, because I bailed out in the middle of India. That's not like me. I love reading about India. I love Indian music, Indian food, Indian art, Indian thought and spirit. I've read Autobiography of a Yogi, books by Krishnamurti, the Bhagavad-Gita, Rabindranath Tagore, countless books about the Raj. It's difficult to put me off if you're writing about India. Gilbert managed. It wasn't that she arrived at an ashram wanting to pick and choose amongst the necessary disciplines - one expects resistance in a spiritual memoir. It wasn't even the presence of a wry Texan whose comments reminded me of a cross between the late, great Molly Ivins and The Stranger in "The Big Lebowski." It was the moment of enlightenment that involved being bitten half to death by mosquitoes. Sometimes I can get past mosquitoes. Sometimes I can't. Oh well. By the way, "The Big Lebowski" is one great film. The Dude abides, you know.

2019-07-15 07:30

Ngữ Pháp Và Bài Tập Nâng Cao Tiếng Anh 7 (Có Đáp Án) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

Note: The following is not a review of the entire collection. Rather, it's of one of the stories, probably the shortest, in the collection. This story alone, in my view, merits a five-star rating, representative of the rest. Reunion by John Cheever The New Yorker Fiction Podcast couldn't have chosen a better specimen of short fiction for its inaugural episode. Aired on May 3, 2007, and hosted by The New Yorker fiction editor Deborah Treisman, the episode featured Pulitzer Prize winner Richard Ford, then promoting his soon to be released in paperback novel, The Lay of the Land. Ford's previous book was the short story collection A Multitude of Sins. That collection includes a story titled Reunion, inspired, Ford acknowledged, by a short story by one of America's most underrated writers and his fellow Pulitzer Prize awardee, John Cheever. The Cheever story in question is also called Reunion, and it's this story, handpicked and read by Ford, that helped the podcast launch on an excellent note. Originally published in The New Yorker in 2000, Ford's Reunion is narrated by a man who again meets the man he cuckolded more than a year before. They are "reunited" in New York's Grand Central Terminal, the same setting for Cheever's Reunion, published nearly four decades earlier in the same magazine. Cheever's story, however, reunites a different pair of men: father and son. Reunion is narrated by a boy named Charlie. "The last time I saw my father was in Grand Central Station," his story begins. "I was going from my grandmother's in the Adirondacks to a cottage on the Cape that my mother had rented, and I wrote my father that I would be in New York between trains for an hour and a half, and asked if we could have lunch together." It's tempting to just reproduce the entire story here, what with its immense narrative thrust and remarkable brevity. It's just shy of a thousand words long, but, to echo Treisman's evaluation, "it has the material of a ten thousand-word story in it." She adds, "As a fiction editor, if you get a thousand-word story that works, you're delighted." As readers, we are far more so. The first paragraph of Reunion alone is an exercise in efficiency and minimalism. We learn that Charlie's father is a more or less successful businessman who seems to really value time—his secretary replied to Charlie with a meeting time, at which he arrived exactly—and we learn, by way of a most striking sentence, why Charlie had to drop his father a line to meet him in the first place: "He was a stranger to me—my mother divorced him three years ago and I hadn't been with him since—but as soon as I saw him I felt he was my father, my flesh and blood, my future and my doom." More sentences of similar clout follow in this paragraph, such as this auspicious attempt at listmaking that tells of both the younger's yearning and the elder's apparent vanity and alcoholism: "He put his arm around me, and I smelled my father the way my mother sniffs a rose. It was a rich compound of whiskey, after-shave lotion, shoe polish, woolens, and the rankness of a mature male." Ending with a threefold expression of desire ("I hoped that someone would see us together. I wished that we could be photographed. I wanted some record of our having been together."), this paragraph is self-contained even as it is introductory. But the story doesn't end there even if it could with only the slightest hint of being wanting in some sort of closure. It is "the last time I saw my father," Charlie states upfront, and we want to know why. And we do, in no time. As previously agreed upon, they depart the terminal to grab a quick bite before Charlie's train arrives. But they no sooner get seated in a nearby restaurant than the father reveals himself to be a vainglorious and quarrelsome chap. Calling out importantly to the waiter in German, French, Italian, and English all in the same breath, if only to impress his son, and clapping his hands insolently to boot, he is boisterous in a way that recalls the misconduct of a cocky, intoxicated person. Daddy might have had one too many drinks of whiskey, and the waiter is none too pleased. They eventually leave that restaurant and enter another, where to Charlie's relief his father acts in a more acceptable manner and starts small talk about baseball over drinks. As soon as he empties his glass, however, the father reverts to his drunken, haughtily multilingual behavior. They eventually leave that restaurant and enter another, which for obvious reasons they leave soon afterward for another. In the course of an hour and a half, a small span of time with his son the father appears not to give any true value at all, Charlie's great expectations of his father are instantly formed and, bit by bit, shattered. The story's last few words mirror those of its beginning, signifying a new one for the disenchanted boy. "...I went down the stairs and got my train," he says finally, "and that was the last time I saw my father." Effectively it implies that Charlie will, in time, salt away their unfortunate reunion like a fossil of memory. It's a great tribute to Cheever's Chekhovian mastery of the short story that he should be remembered above all for his "big red book," a 1978 collection of his short stories simply called The Stories of John Cheever. It's an even greater tribute to his rare ability to impart so much with so few and so little words that his Reunion , a short short story included in the famous collection, should directly influence a writer of Ford's talent. You can tell just how dearly Ford regards this tiny gem of dirty realism. When you read his own Reunion or listen to his magnificent reading of the Cheever original, you easily will.

2020-04-26 11:28

Khả Năng Tư Duy Quyết Định Nghệ Thuật Lãnh Đạo Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi: John N. Mangieri

有太多话要说-我什至不能说出来。 我会考虑很长一段时间。

Người đọc Kevin Kane từ Salerano Sul Lambro LO, Italy

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.