I should not be allowed within reach of charity shops…
Maya Angelou- I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Jean Rhys- Good Morning Midnight
Victoria Aveyard- Glass Sword
This Is London-
William Shakespeare- The Taming of the Shrew
George Orwell- Down and out in Paris and London
Conrad- Heart of Darkness
Orhan Pamuk- My Name is Read
William Shakespeare- Hamlet
Maragret Mitchell- Gone With the Wind
Michael Morpurgo- War Horse
John Steinbeck- The Grapes of Wrath
William Shakespeare- Romeo & Juliet
Leroux- The Phantom of the Opera
The Voyage of the Beagle- Charles Darwin
Pride and Prejudice- Jane Austen
The Time Traveller’s Wife- Audrey Niffennegger
Tales of Beedle and Bard- J.K Rowling
This book is literally The Fault in Our Stars meets Looking For Alaska ALL OVER.
Reading this was like a blast from my very angsty past, with slamming doors after breakups and Facebook posts I would have fangirled over it in my early tweens.
For a young reader, full of angst (its okay!) this is your ticket out of here.
An easy read which I started and finished today, as a means of escape (ANGST), this book was great. The story was and interesting twist on two ideas merging together.
The plot, at times, felt patchy and the ending gave me the impression of trying to be like so many other teen novels… I was upset by the lack of closure; with little positivity and a bucket full of hormone filled, almost epiphany quotes to sum it up. I wanted to know how our characters ended up. Also, wanted to know more about their backstories with lead them to their fates.
An okay read.
I have been dying to get my hands on some Hemingway; having already own 3 of his works I’ve been waiting for the right moment to be able to lose myself in a book and give it the attention it needs. So last night, after sitting in a reading slum for a few days, in an act of frustration I picked up this little one and began reading with quite a forceful huff.
I have been in love with the idea of Hemingway for a while now; guilty of being an avid Pinterest-er, Hemingway is in abundance for his quotes to wandering up my feed and for me to pin them to “Romance at that” board. After scrounging through “Books To Read Before You Die” blogs many times, The Old Man and the Sea has popped up there, so inevitably it made it onto my To Be Read list, graduated into my To Be Read pile and then contributed to my To Be Read bookcase.
Alas, no more!
It has been read.
These few lines stood out at me;
‘The fish is my friend too,’ he said aloud. ‘I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.’
Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky, he thought.
Hemingway is able to capture this impossibly complex thought, romanticizing the concept in the most Hemingway-way possible. Being the man he was, the almost patriarchal view on other living creatures is imminent, but what shines through all that is the respect and almost chivalry between man and fish on a worthy life, is worth some consideration into the many layers to a personality which may not only be realized through their actions.
I’ll continue to ponder over this one for a while…
Thanks Ern, for the beautiful first read!
I totally felt like Dumbledore when I said alas…
Finally, back to some normality.
This book has done some traveling over its time in my possession; Norway and back, and it took me the entire two weeks to get through it and then some.
As this is not a novel, it is an easy read to pick up and put back down again between the odd mundane task, picking up from another entry, possibly reading and entry a day.
I confess, this was the first historical read I’ve ever invested in (blasphemy, I know), and apparently its a historic read because it said so on the back; so that’s that.
The reason why it took it took so long was due to its content, the War was bleak wasn’t it?
I never took history at school and my knowledge of the First World War stretches as far as Downton Abbey (blasphemy) at the best of times; I decided I needed some education on the matter.
And it was shocking. It was shocking, and dreadful and painful and full of despair and love and hope and fear and the brutality of humanity. We can become the most beautiful creatures when we’re on the brink of death, destruction and any other dreary word that beings with ‘D’.
I had to keep putting it down to just take a breather.
As a first historical account of the Great War; I have been enlightened.
I’m overwhelmed with the sense that I shouldn’t forget.
I have a few confessions to make.
Confession #1: This was my first historical fiction read.
Confession #2: I kind of loved it.
Wow! As a teen, saying the words “historical fiction”simply sounds like social suicide, but I really wanted to give the book a chance. It just sounded so intriguing.
I was intrigued.
Throughout this one, there is just so much feeling between unspoken words and wordless looks; its truly magical how Chevalier was able to capture complex characters and their quirks and unique traits without wasting words.
Chevalier doesn’t waste her words; she is precise and well thought through and precise.
I’ll definitely be reading more of Chevalier.
Confession #3: Chevalier is kind of my grandmother’s neighbour in London…
Hello signed copy.