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Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Scholastic Inc
This was my second McCall book (the first was the Sunday Philosophy Club, not part of the No. 1 series). I really liked his ability to describe an environment that I am completely unfamiliar with - Africa (especailly an everyday Africa, rather than a war torn society - although I realize that war is sadly the everyday Africa for many Africans). I was disappointed, however, in the main character's detective skills. There seems to be much more woman's intuition than "little grey cells." I will read the first in the series and give the main character a second chance, but if the detective plots don't improve I think I will look for a new mystery writer - suggestions welcome!
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Lonely Planet
This is one of the most moving books i've ever read. I found the mental mind of Charlie a very thought proviking place to be, learning adulthood - the hard way - he experiences so many new things. He discovers on his journey, love, intelligence and ego. And those three are his downfall. The his adolescent mind cannot keep up with his IQ and he finds himself having many unusual feelings for women throughout the book - feelings that were beaten out of him as a child by his mother; driven to insanity with the idea that charlie might harm his little sister. His life drew me to tears and I don't think I'll be able to ever face the book again.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi:
Interesting by sad story about the Russian Czars. Interesting ending.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nhóm Sư Phạm VHP
Wow! It's another book of the VA and soo far the story is amazing! I was on the edge of my seat to read what happens next! The characters are well done and the story plot flows perfectly. Now I can't wait till the next one comes out! Ms. Richelle Mead has a very skillful way of writing her stories, at least the VA ones.o^.^o
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Trương Lạc Bình
Having loved all his other novels, I finally got around to reading Ishiguro's The Unconsoled, and boy, was it strange and wonderful. I'd heard a vast array of opinions about this book, from "It is one of my top ten novels of all time" to "I loved it in a tense, uncomfortable way" to "it was an unmitigated train wreck." It's always intriguing to me when a book attracts such a wide variety of reactions, so I was looking forward to The Unconsoled for that reason. It also just so happens that I read Ishiguro in what you might call "increasing order of weirdness," and I had heard that this is indeed his weirdest book. There is something deeply satisfying about continuing my trajectory in this way, although at this point I doubt it's sustainable any longer - it would be quite a challenge to write a stranger book than this one. Of course, many of its strange qualities have been explored before. The surreality, the language of dreams and nightmares in which the protagonist tries in vain to accomplish simple tasks, the sudden and confusing shifts in setting and perspective, the garbled rationale and bizarre priorities of the natives in a strangely familiar city: all of these elements have been combined and recombined to create the "Kafkaesque" genre. That said, this book does all of these things in a way that seems more tense and fluid than many other dreamlike stories I've read. Ishiguro really captures the shifting sands of perception that mark a dreamlike consciousness. At the same time, he manages to maintain cohesion within the narrative - just barely, at times, but he manages it. Sometimes the balance between the surreality and the sense of coherent character and voice, feels like a virtuosic juggling act that the performer is just barely pulling off; the audience is poised at the edge of their seats, transfixed at the intricate patterns traced by the juggled objects, and simultaneously nervous that they will, at any moment, come crashing down on the performer's head. Appropriately, then, the main character of The Unconsoled IS a performer: Ryder, a famous English pianist revisiting a city which may or may not already be familiar to him, where he is supposed to give a performance which may or may not be very important in a variety of ways. One of the things I loved about this novel was the unique way that relationships slid in and out of focus; a few pages after seeking out the daughter of an acquaintance in a café, Ryder will gradually "remember" more and more details about her. Although it is at first implied that they have just met, they are soon having conversations that suggest a long history of mutual resentments and shared hopes, attacking and reassuring each other in a manner reminiscent of a (dysfunctional) long-term relationship. Ryder's own emotions and thought processes regarding the happiness and mental health of the woman's son, Boris, achieve a level of intensity more appropriate to a stepfather than a chance acquaintance, and Boris' own reactions to Ryder indicate a deep desire for approval reminiscent of a neglected child. At the same time, the closeness of Ryder's relationships with mother and child is never explicitly stated, and seems to wax and wane unpredictably throughout the novel. In a similar vein, the life stories of different characters start to mirror and imitate one another in eerie and intriguing ways. Having been drawn into a conversation with the hotel porter, Gustav, about how Gustav has fallen into the habit of never speaking directly to his daughter, Ryder gradually adopts the same practice toward Boris, his sometime-son. Witnessing the fraught relationship between the hotel manager Hoffman and his son Stephan either suggests to or reminds Ryder of his own nebulous connection with his parents, who may or may not be arriving in the unnamed city to hear him play the piano for the first time in many years. The reader is never sure the extent to which the conversations and stories going on around Ryder create his perceived world, the extent to which he is extrapolating his own story outward onto those around him, and the extent to which a more complex dynamic is at work. The primal fears involved in many of these interactions (rejection by parents, arriving unprepared for important performances, the sudden realization that one's actions have been wildly inappropriate) add another level to the question of what Ryder is "half-creating" and what he perceives; there is a sense that we may be caught in an uncontrollable spiral, continually creating the worlds we dread through the very act of dreading them. This sense of inappropriate behavior is a constant throughout The Unconsoled, and it runs the gamut from exhilarating to horrifying to surprisingly unexceptional. Nobody seems to notice, for example, when Ryder shows up to a fancy dress event in his dressing gown and slippers, and Ryder himself is strangely nonreactive when a journalist and photographer who are interviewing him commence talking about him as if her weren't present, planning how they will flatter and distract him into making unwise publicity decisions. On the other hand, he is horrified when the mourners at a funeral stop their sobbing to flock around him and deluge him with manic adulation, searching their pockets for refreshments to offer him and castigating themselves for having only a small piece of cellophane-wrapped cake. In one of my favorite scenes in the novel, Ryder and his wife-or-maybe-just-casual-acquaintance Sophie attend a late-night showing of 2001: A Space Odyssey - an alternate-universe version of the film involving interstellar gunfights between Yul Brenner and Clint Eastwood, who star as the astronauts who must dismantle HAL. The atmosphere in the theater is depicted as almost carnivalesque, with people laughing, talking, playing cards in the aisles, and, most bizarrely, rolling onto their backs with their legs in the air, shrieking with mirth, whenever anyone needs to inch by their seats. This is the flip-side to the terrifying or disconcerting abandonment of logical behavior in other sections - a giddy, liberating feeling which pervades the theater and lets the locals, as the hotel manager puts it, "unwind." But the strangest narrative quirk of The Unconsoled is the way in which Ryder occasionally takes casual notice of a long, complicated back-story just by looking at a person, in the same way that he might notice a runny nose or a lipstick smudge. The first time this happens, as Gustav is showing him around his hotel room, I found the trick strangely disorienting, and actually doubled back to see whether I had missed a small phrase such as "I found out later" or "he would go on to tell me." But as I went on with the novel and similar incidents followed, it struck me as a very clever way to play with narrative. Readers are already familiar, after all, with narrators who notice small physical details about people they're observing, and even make assumptions or draw conclusions based on those observations. The next (il)logical step, in a novel of surreal perceptions taken to grotesque heights, is the ability to simply perceive another person's thoughts, feelings, past or present actions simply by looking at or thinking about them. So, for example, Ryder can take casual notice of Gustav's preoccupied air in the hotel room, and also casually notice that the porter is worried about his daughter, who has been handing off her son on certain days so that she can do errands, and then (Gustav has reason to believe) not doing the errands after all. Similarly, he can be waiting in the car with Boris while Stephan Hoffman runs an errand at a woman's apartment, and tell us how he watches Stephan climb the stairs and ring the bell, then recount his conversation with the woman as he enters the apartment and follows her down the hall, recounting the interior design as well as the conversation. Then, in case the reader is thinking that Ryder must have followed Stephen into the apartment after all, he writes that his attention was recalled by a noise made by Boris, and goes on to interact with the boy within the confines of the car. The liquidity of perception here is masterfully done, and once I cottoned on to this unique little trick, I quite enjoyed the experience of having the narrative stretch and balloon in unexpected and sometimes humorous directions. Just as Ryder describes audiences reacting to the ultra-modern musical pieces performed in the novel, I loved The Unconsoled on a purely aesthetic basis. I'm not sure what lasting messages or morals I'll take away from it, beyond a sense of the universality of human fears and fallibility, but the tense, intriguing mood and skewed, shadowy universe it created are still tangible to me days after closing the covers.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nguyễn Văn Tuyến (KS. Nông Nghiệp)
2 brothers play with their imaginary friends instead of each other until they realize they miss each other.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Công Cát
I was worried that this book would be less enjoyable when I discovered that it would be retelling the story found in Gilead, but it does not take long to develop into a wonderful character study of the Boughton family which we only had glimpses of in the previous book. While this book does stand solidly on its own, if you intend to read both books, I would recommend reading them in the order they were released, Gilead first and this second, as they reveal information about each other's stories which would be more damaging in the experience if reversed.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: Nhiều Tác Giả
A few years ago, I started reading the Harry Potter books to Truman. It has been our thing. Well after he could read them on his own, we tried to find time to allow me to read them to him. Unfortunately, a few months ago--about 400 pages into this 800 page monster--we gave up on finding time together. Sad but reality. So we are readying them individually and sharing our experiences as we read. Of course, given that he is 10, he is halfway done with the final book 7 as I complete book 5. I've got a few hundred pages to catch up on. This is my first time reading Harry to myself and the hardest part for me is not to transfer all the emotional situations that Harry faces as relating to Tru. I cry way too often as I read...thinking of the wonderful boy I know and how I could never live with all the horrendous Harry stories happening to my kid. God I hope I can make it through the next two books.
It was funny and awkward and clever. But it ran too long so the joke got old. Still- it's worth a read. For fun.
Sách được viết bởi Bởi: The Sakura
Eating well is a lost cause.
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.