"I liked the sketch," I said.
"Why?"
"Because it looks just like my chair."
"Is that the only reason?"
"It holds something," I said
"What?"
"Emotion."
"Tell me," Dante said.
"It's sad, It's sad and it's lonely."
"Like you," he said
I hated that he saw who I was. Im not sad all the time," I said.
I'm so confused what I'm going to feel
I don't know. I never thought it would end like this. And let me not eat the right of the book, I love the girl character. The girl immediately did not develop feelings for the person who kidnapped her and never stopped trying to escape, so I loved the girl. At the same time, in the book, the author processed the warmth and inclusiveness of nature, the artificiality and dullness of humanity very well. The fact that Ty was not my type with the age difference between Ty and Gemma made it difficult for me to connect between the characters, and I liked both of them as separate characters. The author's language was fluent and gripping. It was a great book about nature, the plasticization of humanity, how lonely a person actually needs someone who can understand himself or resembles himself.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
i lost my trust to the book blogger whose recommend this book. and the writer who write the introduction … after i read the introduction i was expecting some impressive facts about the way we (as a woman) embrace the things that the patriarchy enforce us. like i was waiting to say “i didn’t think about it in that way.”. that isolated girl whose (i think) supposed to make the 39 women and the reader question about the things which seems normal to them but does no such thing. rather than questioning she ALWAYS says “iM diFeRrent FroM yOu”. nothing makes the character reasonable in the story. what was the point of writing an isolated girl in a dozens of women if you just write a lonely woman story?
additionally, the author training to be a doctor and drop it. then explaining the medical things which refer to this knowledge, i guess and while writing the women genitals she proudly says the word “hymen” but she completely wrong by the knowing the meaning and the function of it.
if i wanted to read a woman whose escaped from a bunker and trying to find back home, i would select the book.
it is not a feminist book, not a well written book. keeping on the toes? no. keeping the hope? maybe. just a plain book who does not deserve so much hype.
FİNALLY
I think I can say it’s one of the rare English books I finished in one sitting. While listening and reading, I knew many things were waiting for me, but not all of them. Some things shocked me, and with some, I found myself saying, "How is this possible?" Is everyone living a completely different life behind the camera? Is no one aware of what others are going through? But it ended well, didn’t it? The bad ones were punished, and the good ones, despite the harm they suffered, managed to survive. This was like a very realistic fairy tale, with the only bad part being that everything was real. One of the beautiful aspects of the book was how easy it was to read, and while listening, feeling like Shari, becoming her, I thought many times, "How could she endure all this?" Because after living through these things, writing about them as well... I hope more people, especially children in similar situations, are saved from such circumstances. And throughout the book, I think the part I loved most was the dedication.
"To anybody who has been silenced, gaslit, abused, or lonely.
You are stronger than you know.
May earthly and heavenly angels lift you up."
And as Shari said, "Finally, it ends here."
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2024 12. kitabı
Bir cehennem olmuş olsan seni kanla söndürürüm!
Her kim benim Türk ruhuma dokunursa: Ona ölüm!
{Mehmet Emin Yurdakul}
Halide Edip Adıvar Türk edebiyatı ve Milli Mücadele dönemi içerisinde en ayrıksı kişilerden biri. Onun çocukluğundan 1918 yılına kadar olan anılarını Mor Salkımlı Ev'de okumak mümkün. Türk’ün Ateşle İmtihanı'nda anlatılan dönem Mor Salkımlı Ev'de anlatılandan sonrasıdır. Ayrıksı sözüm boşuna değil, babasından kendisine çok kulvarlı, çok savruntulu farklı bir hayat Halide Edib'inki...
Kurtuluş Savaşı döneminin bir hatıratı niteliğinde olan eser o günlerde yaşanmış vakaları, Adıvar’ın gözlem ve tespitleriyle okura sunulmasıdır. Şunu da belirtmek gerekir ki eserin orijinal dili İngilizcedir. Buradaki amaç İngiliz kamuoyuna Türk direnişinin haklılığını ispat etmek olsa gerektir diye düşünüyorum fakat benimki bir hüsnü zan niçin İngilizce olduğu konusunda pek bir fikrim yok. Halide Hanım kendisine Onbaşı unvanını getirecek olan olayların bizzat içinde bir kişi olarak o günleri kendi kaleminden anlatırken milliyetçilerin içinde Milli Mücadeleye girişmiş olmasına karşın ben de pek bir milliyetçi intibaı bırakmadı. Hem cemaziyel evvelinde Wilson Cemiyeti’nin kurucularından olması hem Amerikan mandaterliği talebi ve Anglo Sakson hayranlığının dillere düşmüş bir kişi olması milliyetçi olmadığına çok açık deliller. Halide Hanım belki orta karar bir vatansever ancak şüphesiz bir aydın, kesinlikle milletini de seviyor fakat batılıların "milliyetçi Türkler"i kast etmek için geliştirdiği "Kémaliste" tanımından uzak. Gerçi her ne kadar o dönemin Türk Milliyetçileri için Kémaliste deniyorsa da bugünlerde Kemalistlerin milliyetçilikle de pek alakası kalmadı, neyse bu başka bir kitabın incelemesinde yazılacak bir mevzu... Eserde beni rahatsız eden, sevimsiz
reading the blind owl from perspective of nietzsche
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Sadeq Hedayat is one of my favorite author in the literary world. The Blind Owl that introduced me to Sadeq Hedayat many years ago and it has entered my list of the best. Hedayat's masterpiece The Blind Owl attracted me with the very first lines, and caused me to experience a kind of hysteria with the last page of the book.
Coming to the content of the book; the hero is a heavily depressed man who earn his income with the paintings. He takes alcohol and opium continuously to make himself numb and stop thinking. One day as he walks to the kitchen to deliver wine to his uncle, he sees the elderly man and the stunningly beautiful girl through a hole in his wall, which causes his lonely existence to change. After this sight, he begins to think her all day hysterically. One night, he finds her waiting at the door of his home. After this strange encounter, he searches for anything to offer her then goes to get a bottle of wine for her. When he brings the wine, he thinks that the girl is asleep, and drops a sip in her mouth. He did, however, realize that she had passed away.He wants to ignore the cold of death with the warmth of his body, but later on realizes that it's not working. Then, he henhe decides to bury the girl by dismembering her and packing her pieces into a suitcase since he thinks she has given up on life and given her soul to him. The old man he saw with the girl, the carriage driver who came to pick her up, his uncle who came to visit, and even himself in some parts of the book, are actually all the same person transformed according to his descriptions. All the characters transform into each other and repeat themselves like eternal recurrence, creating a metaphoric effect. Always different faces, but same suffering.
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