A good little read. It did tug at my heart strings once in while.
-from page 134
""Jesus, Mary . . ."
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There wer all different styles of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Lisel Meminger had ever seen.
With wonder, she smiled.
That such a room existed!
Even when she tried to wipe the smile away with her forearm, she realized instantly that it was a pointless exercise. She could feel the eyes of the woman traveling her body, and when he looked at her, they had rested on her face.
There was more silenc than she ever thought possible. It extended like an elastic, dying to break. The girl broke it.
"Can I?"
The two words stood among acres and acres of vacant, wooden-floored land. The books were miles away.
The woman nodded.
Yes, you can "
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Althought it is a small book, it had its thought provoking rmoments.
-From pg 137
"He could show Monica now.
His regret was that she was unlikely ever to know. He had meant to write everything down and put it into the time machine and hope that it would be recovered. It was strange. He was not a religous man in the usual sense. He was an agnostic. It was not conviction that had led him to defend religion against Monica's cynical contempt for it; it was rather lack of conviction in the ideal in which she set her own faith, the ideal of science as a solver of all problems. He could not share her faith and there was nothing else but religion, though he could not beieve in the kind of God of Christianity. The God seen as a mystical for of the mysteries of Christianity and other great religions had not been personal enought for him. His rational mind had told him that God did not exit in any personal form. His unconscious had told him that faith in science was not enough. He remembered the self-contempt he had once felt and wondered why he had felt it."
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A fantastic book. For anybody who has dealt with mental health issues (and we all have) this narrative provides a great insight into the problems and solutions to the issues. If anybody wants to borrow this copy of this book, don't be afraid to ask.
From "A Subtle Thing" pg 20-21:
As I lie on my rank bed I realize that I've reached that stage. I can no longer recall there every being a time in which I wasn't in this thick, viscous despair. I know that such a time must have existed and that even since first getting depressed ten years ago I've had at least several months between episodes, but I can't remember it.
Forget about ever having gone to classes and worked on thesis, how did I actually get up every morning and plan for the rest of the day? How did I shower, dress, eat or speak? How did I manage to even walk a few feet away from my bed with these concrete poles for legs? How did I interact with friends, professors or Patrick, like a normal human being? And how did I summon up the motivation to do unnecessary things like shaving my legs, rolling on dedorant or checking my eyebrows for stray hairs? What made me believe that the minutiae of life actually mattered, and how can I get that belief back? As I spend an afternoon contemplating whether or not it's worth it to get up and brush my woolly teeth, knowledge of my recent infidelity impresses me , as such actions must have required more energy than I'll likely every posses again.
As I stare at the ceiling, my thoughts become fixated on all the times I've been depressed, each memory rolling into the next until they become one massive, undulating wave. My mind flips from images of having my teeaged head stroked by my mother as I sobbed across her lap to being told a few years later after one suicide attempt too many that if I wanted to run amok with my life I could no longer expect her or my sister to come along for the ride. Bobbing up and down in this ea of self-incrimnation is the image of my cousin Adam, who through it all had been a stalwart ally, until my hurricane-like tendencies caused too much damage in his own life for him to remain standing.
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Even thought this was a work of fiction, it could have mirrored my life in journalism. Just change the phrase "Rome, Italy" to "Backwaters, Canada."
From The Imperfectionists (pg 153)
"But now tell me Mr. Cheung, looking bac, has this journalism experience been a nightmare for you?"
"Not entirely."
"Did you enjoy any of it"
"I liked going to the library," he say. "I think I prefer books to people - primary sources scare me."
"Unless they're simian."
"Even then," hey says. "Like one time, my thesis adviser was giving a tour of our lab to a bunch of undergrads. He was trying to demonstrate hierarchical dominance among macaques. On his cue, this male called Bingo started chewing on my thigh and corrallled me into the corner of the enclsoure. Before the enitre class, Bingo showed that he, an unremarkable adelescent monkey, significatly outranked me."
She smiles. "Is that why you quit grad school?"
The matters are not unrelated. The downside of studying primates, I realized, is that you grow overly conscious of rank, submissive behaviour, alliance-forming. In academia, I was going to be a low-status primate. But journalism seemed mlike an alpha-male profession."
"Journalism is a bunch of dorks pretending to be alpha males," she says.
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""This stave of yew was something he knew. This he could coerce, cajole into something of beauty and value to his village and himself. Once he had encompassed more, shouldered more, had the weight of command and governmen and actions that dealt in very real human lives, and very real human deaths. Once. Not so long ago. With a different prince, in another life.
Again he returned to the stave, his finger lingering over the pale slivers of bone he'd laminted between layers of yew. Not just any bone there. The tibia of Vincenze's sister. He felt like a ghoul, despe the respect he'd gained as one of the rare few bowyers who could make the legendary acrossi. This was a skill he didn't seek. It sought him. And still he didn't understand how it was the dead could whisper to him, sigh in the background of his mind like whispers lost in he chatter of fall leaves.
He traced the lie of her bone, like a plae silver thread gleaming between layers of yew, feeling her spirit stir, aware of his reverence for the ancestors that watched over them all and hoping they knew i was ouf of ove for the and this land he plied his trade.
Beware!" -pg 7 "From Mountains of Ice"
It has been a while since I have read any fantasy novels. This one is well researched and a powerful read.
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"For months Lin had been in a dark mood. He became taciturn and read more in his free time. When walking with Manna in the evenings, he often looked absentminded. She asked him whether he was gloomy because he couldn't go home for his father's funeral. He said probably. In reality his mind was full of other thoughts. Now that both is parents had died, his need for his wife had changed; now she was only caring for their baby daughter. In his heart he felt for Shuyu, who had never lived an easy day since their marriage, but he didn't love her and was unwilling to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted a marriage based on love and a wife whose appearance wouldn't embarrass him the presence of others (to his mind, Manna would be a fine choice). Yet the feelings of guilt, mixed with compassion for Shuyu were draining him" - from Waiting.
A great read. Even though the story takes past in China, it is amazing how universal the complexities of love can be.
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"The cool air hit Lanny full force in the face on his exit, and his nose and eyes immediately started to water, tears spilling down hi cheeks, over his chin. He rubbed his face hard against his woll sleeve. With no town lights to diminish the view, the sky was a stunning thing to behold. amazing how easily you could forget the sky's power once you were in town, numbed by humand artiface. Here, the denseness of it, its unfathomable enormity, sat heavy above him, draping down to brush hi shoulders. The stars - twinkling points of sharp light - leapt out of this true black, each one a wonder in itself.
He'd never heard a quiet so loud. The dense sky, the echoing silence, the cold that turned his eyes and nose to liquid - all of it made him feel that the night would swallow him hole. And he welcomed it, craved submersion into a complete, containing darkness. He opened his arms to the sky and prayed for it.
Happily, his exit to the ground above the cabin proved easy. Maybe Michael had dug the steps once he'd barfed up the last remenants of Cosmos' mushroom tea. "Nothing like a bit of exercise to freshen you up," Lanny imagined him saying. "Work does the body good." An absolute cheese factory, that guy." - from The Canterbury Trail
A great mix of humour and philosophy as a group of people of different backgrounds and beliefs make their way up a mountain in British Columbia for the last snow of the season.
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I have been watched its all series and Twilight Saga Eclipse is the best chapter and best adventure part. But rather then Book I first prefer to movies.
Easy to understand and easy to remember!!
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Riley Blackthorne is a teenage/still in high school/female demon trapper and demons are running loose in Atlanta. Riley is determined to learn everything she can about trapping even though she is the only female trapper and her world is suddenly turned on its head.
This book sucked me in right from the very beginning, it only took me a few hours to finish it. Jana Oliver has written the most believable characters I have ever read, which made the book even better. The feelings and thoughts made me believe what I was reading was actually real. The depth of emotions from the characters left me speechless. Though I feel as if the book could have been longer, it felt to me like the book wasn’t finished.
The Demon Trapper's daughter is a book that you wouldn’t want to miss out on. It has everything you want and more, a tough likeable heroine, demons, drama, romance, fighting, and an ending that will have you counting the days until you get more. This book is amazing from beginning to end and the second book needs to hurry and get in my hand.
{Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book enable my review. All opinions presented here are my own.}
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