Kristie Waldroop Waldroop itibaren Chinnathampipalayam, Tamil Nadu 639005, Hindistan
Hızlı hoş okuma. Karakterlerin çoğu diğer kitaplarında yer alıyor.
"Aşk ilişkileri" hakkında hikayeler. Jo, bu kýz bazen monothematik ... Eđlenceli.
ne zaman kaybı!
Gerçek derecelendirme: 3.5 yıldız Bu konuda biraz kaba davranıyorum. İyi, hızlı tempolu bir kitaptı, yanlış bir şey değildi. Anlatıcı (nefes nefese!) Sevdim ve arsa oldukça eğlenceli ve ilginç. Sadece 4 yıldız almak için beni etkilemedi. Gelmek için uygun inceleme. Olabilir.
While I was reading The Graveyard Book I kept thinking of the movie Coraline by Tim Burton. The majority seemed interesting and unique, but there were large parts that thoroughly confused and frightened me. I am very jumpy and having images like this in my mind are not exactly desired. I feel that the writing was intelligent and the author was well aware of what he was doing. I was however disappointed with the end. I hate books that have a forced and unfinished ending. I felt as though there was too much story at the end that needed to be resolved. The coming of age story is classic, and with a sympathetic character, its no wonder its a winner. I think using clips of this book in my classroom would be great to get students interested in a unique style of writing, and to reach the students who may typically sit in the back and never speak.
As much as I like and respect John Straley, not that I know him well, I have read his novels of Cecil Younger with a touch of exasperation. I have a knee-jerk reaction against novelists that portray Alaskans as quirky throwbacks to whatever time isn't now and I am not terribly receptive to a style of writing that is more poetry than prose. Mind you, I am fully aware that both of these characteristics are in large part responsible for the success of John Straley novels, nevertheless... Having said that, I loved this book. The setting was the Pacific Northwest and southeast Alaska, during a time in history that is not generally embraced and/or publicized, the period of violent struggle between big business and labor unions. It was full of interesting characters whose quirks were accepted, by me, as being a result of actually living in a "time that isn't now." They became who they were and reacted as they did due to the difficult and turbulent era in which they lived. The prose did not aspire to poetry. It was beautiful in the way that the hands of a hard-working man or woman are beautiful. It was no-nonsense, workmanlike, but showing experience and skill in creating a world that I wanted to remain in for much much longer.
This book started off well, but sort of crashed and burned in the later chapters. It felt like Kingsolver resorted to turning her characters into charicatures in order to try to get her moral message across. I'd rather have the opportunity to form my own opinions about the morality of the characters, without having it spoon-fed to me. However, the descriptions of Africa were beautiful, and I did find the story compelling--I just wish it was a little less heavy-handed at the end.
This is one of four Georgette Heyer books my mother bought me years and years ago. At the time I thought they seemed kind of dry and, as I was slowly gravitating away from reading mostly classical fiction, I put them in my bookcase where they've remained unread ever since, through fifteen years and four separate instances of moving house, until I finally picked The Reluctant Widow up last month. It's a pleasant read and not as dry as I'd feared — even managed to pull a few chuckles out of me — but really nothing to write home about. I found the plot to be a bit disappointing, because the premise is rather exciting but I feel like the potential was never explored; the book's 300 odd pages long, and there's really nothing to it. "It's a story about hunting for hidden papers in a large house", and doesn't that sound dull? Well, in reality it's even less interesting. I know it's unfair to compare Heyer to Austen, but I'm going to do it anyway, because if Austen can use even less pages to create entire worlds, then Heyer should have been able to come up with something more entertaining and far more substantial than what she did. That's not saying that it's a bad book. It's just... lackluster. If this is any indication, the three remaining Heyer books in my personal library will have to wait a little bit longer — let's aim for 2019, shall we?