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Lani Pujiastuti Pujiastuti itibaren Sajira, Sajira, Lebak Regency, Banten, Endonezya itibaren Sajira, Sajira, Lebak Regency, Banten, Endonezya

Okuyucu Lani Pujiastuti Pujiastuti itibaren Sajira, Sajira, Lebak Regency, Banten, Endonezya

Lani Pujiastuti Pujiastuti itibaren Sajira, Sajira, Lebak Regency, Banten, Endonezya

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Cane Nehri sevdi, umarım bu kadar iyi olacak.

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I really enjoyed this book and the twists and turns that were in it. The only real complaint I had was that it seemed 'too busy' at times like there were too many stories going on at once to truly know some of the characters.

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This was a book club book for a meeting I never made it to. Fictional autobiography of Walt, a street kid from St. Lous who is taken under the wing of a magician named Master Yehudi. The master teaches Walt how to levitate (for serious), and after his showbiz career is cut short at 14, we follow him through life as a Chicago gangster and eventual family man. "Well, my fine-feathered rascal," he said to me that first morning, "give me the lowdown on what you know about the three R's." "Three?" I said, going for the quick, wise-guy retort. "I ain't got but one arse, and I use it every time I sit down. Same as everybody else." "I mean school, you twerp. Have you ever set foot in a classroom--and if so, what did you learn there?" "I don't need no school to teach me things. I've got better ways of spending my time than that." "Excellent. Spoken like a true scholar."

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I have to start by saying I am so embarrassed to admit I read this. It's definitely chick lit and not my typical choice of book. I was intrigued with the whole "going to school in Paris" (or so I'm telling myself). The narrative voice is definitely coming from a teenager, with the "Oh my gosh" feel to it. It also has a bit of language and questionable morality at times. Given all that, I finished it quickly and liked it.

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Winesburg, Ohio is a collection of short stories that functions, more or less, as a novel. For cohesiveness it's a lot closer to The Country of Pointed Firs than it is to Slaves of New York; for content its the other way around. Anderson was a lot more of a, uh, euphemist, than Janowitz of course, but there's plenty of sordid, torrid, seamy, and other-word-most-often-found-on-the back-of-a-cheap-paperback going on in this quiet town. And I should add that Winesburg, Ohio blows both of those books out of the water for quality, craft and insight. I remember reading "Sophistication" as a part of my ill-fated high school American Lit. course and not thinking too much about it, which not only illustrates how much I hated high school American Lit. courses, but also how much these stories depend upon one another to really get to you. Hmm. I don't understand it, sometimes a book will inspire an endless stream of questions and commentary from me while others...won't. This has little to do with how much I loved or hated the book, or even if it was just 'OK;' sometimes I'll just finish a book and a reach for the next one. I enjoyed this book. A lot. James Joyce was a big deal influence writing at the same time, sure, but Anderson actually influenced those books that we actually read.