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Bu kocaman kitabı günlerce günlerce yanımda taşıdım. İndiremedi. Otobüsler hakkında, otobüs beklerken, lokantalarda - her an ve her zaman. Kitap okuduğum en keyifli zamanlardan biri. Başka bir kitap birden fazla kez okudum ve tekrar okuma dürtüsü alıyorum!

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Lucy Grealy, toplumuyla merak uyandıran bir sonuçla birlikte gelen kanserle mücadele denemelerini açıklayan gerçekten yürek burkan bir hikaye sağladı. Akranlarından ve yabancılarından, orantılı çenesi - kanserin kaldırıldığı yerde tehditkar yorumlar yaptı. Bu kitap sizi sonsuza kadar yüzleşmek zorunda kalacağı yaşam boyu ve acı verici görevlere orijinal naif kanser izlenimini tanımlayan edebi bir yolculuğa çıkarıyor. Lucy'nin kitabında tarif ettiği öncül ve kişisel bakış açısını sevdiğim için bu kitaba 3 yıldız verdim, ama inanılmaz derecede onun yazma seçiminden etkilenmedim. Tekrarlayan ve acele gibi görünüyordu.

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Harika kısa hikayeler. Yeni perspektifler! İyi akış ve bazen yoğun dokunaklı hikayeler!

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Hoffman'dan düz yazı. Bazı hikayeler tanıdık geliyor, ancak hepsinin manevi imzası var. Bazı karakterlerin hikayeleri beni daha çok istememize rağmen, sonraki her hikaye bazı miraslarını ortaya koyuyor. Oğlan kızla tanışır. Kız çocuk kaçıyor. Çocuk kız yardımcı olur. Hikayenin sonu. Bir sonraki hikaye, daha önce bahsedilen erkek ve kızın oğlu hakkında. 250 + yılı 14 uyumlu kısa hikayeye sıkıştırmak için uygun bir cihaz.

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My first Elmore Leonard western; I picked it up because it sounded like a pretty good revenge tale. The characters are well-formed--especially Valdez and Tanner--considering the confines of the spare story, and I like its simplicity. But I didn't buy the blooming romance between Valdez and Tanner's wife, and the climax is underwhelming and didn't satisfy the build-up to it. It's an okay book: I got it but wasn't wowed by it.

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An odd, quirky little memoir that (and this is high praise) doesn't read like the current crop of Memoirs-with-a-capital-M. There's no sexual abuse, no bizarre, hilariously disturbing family background. Just a guy who loses his sight and learns to be a little (but only a little, mind you) less angry and sarcastic. Okay, really, he isn't any less sarcastic. But that's what makes it fun to read. I'll admit, though it's put out by a large-ish publishing house, the fact that this book looks independently published (and reads that way, too) is what led me to buy it. Square instead of rectangular, with a non-glossy cover and the graphic image. The grouchy matter-of-factness of the author's voice fit totally with the...uh...damn. I'm pretty sure I just judged a book by its cover. I'm not supposed to do that, am I? But it's really pretty good anyway, at least if you can handle the only-sometimes-humorous sullenness of an aging punk.

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Except perhaps for Disney and Classic Comics, this was my first introduction to the legends surrounding King Arthur and his knights. I read it in junior high school, a beautifully illustrated old copy of the thing being, as I recall, in the classroom, available for "reading times" in English class. The idealized graphics and plates are what really captivated me. I just finished a book on the history of sex which had a section on the invention of romance in the 12-14th centuries in Provance and Acquitaine. Reading about the development of this genre and the ethos associated with it made me marvel at how very strongly my own ideas of love associate with something which was developed centuries ago, filtered through such images as were found in this book of lissome ladies and stalwart knights, of mortal combats reward for which would be a approbative glance, of impossible aspiration, fantastic idealizations. Since I started falling in love with sexual feeling at age ten and stayed unkissed until college, since I read a good deal of such literature in the meantime, it is possible to see how these incredible ideas took root and grew. The trick is in constructively reconciling the ideal to the actual, the task of coordinating what amount to religious notions to quotidian actualities. The reason I like Leonard Cohen as a poet is because he spans the distance between what one of my psychiatric clients once called "the kundalini and the cross."