Jigar Shah từ Chojnata, Poland

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12/22/2024

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2020-01-12 17:30

Vượt Lên Số Phận - Kèm CD (Tái Bản) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

No woman will ever satisfy me. I know that now, and I would never try to deny it. But this is actually okay, because I will never satisfy a woman, either. Should I be writing such thoughts? Perhaps not. Perhaps it's a bad idea. I can definitely foresee a scenario where that first paragraph could come back to haunt me, especially if I somehow became marginally famous. If I become marginally famous, I will undoubtedly be interviewed by someone in the media, and the interviewer will inevitably ask, "Fifteen years ago, you wrote that no woman could ever satisfy you. Now that you've been married for almost five years, are those words still true?" And I will have to say, Oh, God no. Those were the words of an entirely different person -- a person whom I can't even relate to anymore. Honestly, I can't image an existence without _____. She satisfies me in ways that I never even considered. She saved my life, really. Now, I will be lying. I won't really feel that way. But I'll certainly say those words, and I'll deliver them with the utmost sincerity, even though those sentiments will not be there. So then the interviewer will undoubtedly quote lines from this particular paragraph, thereby reminding me that I swore I would publicly deny my true feelings, and I'll chuckle and say, "Come on, Mr. Rose. That was a literary device. You know I never really believed that." But here's the thing: I do believe that. It's the truth now, and it will be in the future. And while I'm not exactly happy about that truth, it doesn't make me sad, either. I know it's not my fault. It's no one's fault, really. Or maybe it's everyone's fault. It should be everyone's fault, because it's everyone's problem. Well, okay...not everyone . Not boring people, and not the profoundly retarded. But whenever I meet dynamic, nonretarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing, transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of living. And someone needs to take the fall for this. So instead of blaming no one for this (which is kind of cowardly) or blaming everyone (which is kind of meaningless), I'm going to blame John Cusack. ... I remember taking a course in college called "Communication and Society," and my professor was obsessed by the belief that fairy tales like "Hansel and Gretel" and "Little Red Riding Hood" were evil. She said they were part of a latent social code that hoped to suppress women and minorities. At the time, I was mildly outraged that my tuition money was supporting this kind of crap; years later, I have come to recall those pseudo-savvy lectures as what I loved about college. But I still think they were probably wasteful, and here's why: Even if those theories are true, they're barely significant. "The Three Little Pigs" is not the story that is fucking people up. Stories like Say Anything are fucking people up. We don't need to worry about people unconsciously "absorbing" archaic secret messages when they're six years old; we need to worry about all the entertaining messages people are consciously accepting when they're twenty-six. They're the ones that get us, because they're the ones we try to turn into life. I mean, Christ: I wish I could believe that bozo in Coldplay when he tells me that stars are yellow. I miss that girl. I wish I was Lloyd Dobler. I don't want anybody to step on a piece of broken glass. I want fake love. But that's all I want, and that's why I can't have it. wow. i read this in a blog and immediately went out and bought the book. i loved it all as much as i loved this.

2020-01-12 19:30

Bài Tập Đặt Câu Tiếng Anh (Tái Bản 2015) Thư viện Sách hướng dẫn

Sách được viết bởi Bởi:

It is a book about redemption. It is about attempting to finally right wrongs even when those wrongs are so dead and gone, as well as those wronged, that it is uncertain if it even matters to make amends. It is about finally beng able to being the past to life, even after running from it for so long. It is about attempting to come to terms with the actions done and the consequences and the past. It also is about how one can never take back what they did and never truly go home again and how we are only able to make amends in the only ways that we are given and we have to understand that might be enough. It is about forgiveness to. Forgiving oneself for our errors, just as we try to forgive others. It is about accepting forgiveness when it is offered even if we do not believe it is ours to have. And it is about seeking forgiveness when it is all that we can do and knowing that it may not always come in the manner that we expect/want it to. The story is terrifying at certain times; I was reading it like one almost watches a horror movie - the last thing I wanted to do was read more, but it was the only thing I could do because I had to find out what happened. It was very bittersweet as well; one is astutely aware of how it simple is not possible to return to how things once were ever. And it is sad at stages, but is it happy as well. There is a sense of hope at the end and a sense that perhaps everything, in the end, was not as terrible or as tragic as it had once seemed.

Người đọc Jigar Shah từ Chojnata, Poland

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.