Ölmeden Önce Okunması Gereken 1001 Kitap
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never let me go – kazuo ishiguro
If reality were a painting, and I were the painter,
If reality were a painting, and I were the painter,
I would paint with all the colors, I would paint all the dreams,
I would paint from east to west, every corner and border.
I would paint a world where peace and harmony reign.
I would draw how many schools teach children with pencils,
Everyone would learn and work, no more
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Here's why it took me too long to read all the book..
This time, I'm here to analyze 
Happy Hour by 
Marlowe Granados . Well, maybe I should not put it like that, using the word ''analyze'', because that is not exactly what I mean to do; but you should know that I am going to tell what I think about this book. You may have noticed that I am writing in English. I have two reasons for
Brian looked lofty. “I didn’t want to get a girl in trouble. You could say thanks, you know. I just got you out of detention until Christmas.”
“First of all, I got myself in trouble,” Ollie said. “I don’t need you to get me in trouble, thank you very much. And don’t treat me special because I’m a girl. That’s sexist.”
“Being nice to you is sexist?”
“If you’re being nice just ’cause I’m a girl, it is!”
Warren bent down, taking Kate's hand in his own. "Thank you." he said softly, lifting it to his lips. "You're such a good girl."
The phrase rounded her eyes. Slowly, the tips of her lips edged up into a relaxed smile.
Ensuring they were alone, Warren let his hand snake up her neck, coming to rest just below her ear. "My good girl." he whispered possessively.
Warren.Kitabı okudu
“You’ve been waiting for me to kiss you?”
She came out from hiding and looked into my eyes with the sweetest grin on her face. “Ever since I was a little girl.” Kissing me on the cheek, she added, “Thank you for making my dream come true.”
My heart ached with love for a little girl who in some ways had always belonged to me. “Was it worth the wait?” I asked, my voice gruff, my heart thundering in my chest.
She scrunched up her nose, her eyes focused on my lips. “The jury is still out. You think we can try again, maybe?”
