Giuseppe Pasq Herz Pasq Herz itibaren Sullah Upazila, Bangladeş itibaren Sullah Upazila, Bangladeş

Çok eğlenceli ilk çıkış; klasik uzay operasının manevi edebiyatla birlikte geleneksel sf tropiklerinin Arabian Nights türetilmiş olanlarla birleşimi olan roman çok hızlı bir şekilde okur ve uçtan uca bir sayfa döndürücüdür; arsa birkaç bükülme ve dönüş olmasına rağmen nispeten basittir ve stil Golden Age sf'yi çok anımsatır. Kutsal kelimelerden, onları içeren büyülü / ileri teknoloji "paraları", volkanik kayaların beslenmesi ve uzay yolculuğu yeteneğine sahip büyük kanatlı yaratıklar ve usta bir dokunuşla güç sahibi olan yaratıcı dokunuşlardan çok keyif aldım. hatta Sindbad Roc kuş geleneğinde, harika yıldız gemileri, çeşitli "ideolojik" bakış açıları ve fiziksel görünüm / gereksinimleri olan çok farklı uzaylılar üzerinde gezinebilir Marc Zemin, Cornell'deki astrofizikte inşa edebileceğine inanan dahiyane bir genç lisans öğrencisidir. bir zaman makinesi. Aslında onun farkında olmadan, büyük Kehanetlerin bir odak noktası olacak ve Galaxy'nin önde gelen ileri ırklarının fiziksel ve dini gerekçelerle araştırmayı yasakladığı bir "consar" aracılığıyla boyutlar arası seyahati yeniden keşfedecek. Ama şimdi birisi, etki alanı Dünya'nın bulunduğu rasyonel topluluk Mendoken'i tahrip etmek için "consars" kullanıyor, gerçek Galaksiden özel bir zar tarafından izole ediliyor - 500 Milyon önce monte edildiğinde hayatın duyarlılığa doğru evrimleşmeye başlayabileceğine dair kanıt yaklaşık 3 Milyar yıldır olan Mendoken - diğer 3 büyük Galaktik ırkla yapılan müdahalesiz antlaşmalar uyarınca. Mendoken, sanal ortamlarda hayatlarını harcayan ve sınırlarını sertlikle koruyan gizli Volona'nın rakibi ve açık ve kapalı archemy'sine inanıyor, bu yüzden her ihtimale karşı bir gezegen muhripi olan Mendoken filosu Marc'ı ziyaret ediyor ve "consar" ı kendi başına keşfetmenin gerçeğini söyleyip yanlış bir zaman yolculuğu makinesi olduğuna inanarak, consar teknolojisini geliştirmelerine yardımcı olmak için onu işe alırlar. Ve macera başlıyor.

sam is a nineteen year old college dropout working a dead-end fast food gig and coasting through life. a chance meeting with the local area's big baddie tips sam off that he's not a regular guy and opens the whole supernatural world up to him. you've read the "normal kid finds out he's something more" story enough times that you know what to expect with the basics of plot; at this point it just becomes a matter of how skillfully an author can twist through these tropes. well, good news, this book is thoroughly adorable. that's an odd descriptor for something that's about kidnapping and ghosts and raising the dead, but somehow first-time author McBride manages to keep the serious proceedings really fun without getting cutesy. chapters are titled with 70s/80s lyrics, and it's hard not to love something that starts out with a hat tip to oingo boingo ("it's a dead man's party"). the song snippets not being just that little bit dated is an odd choice, but one that summarizes the feel of the book: it reads like a YA book written for adults. quick, breezy, and fun even when blood is dripping on the floor. i eagerly await the sequel and inevitable series.

Contact by Carl Sagan is one of the better works of science fiction dealing with extra terrestrials. I remember being fascinated reading Sagan's earlier work Cosmos. Flying past the planets of our solar system, a chapter at a time, had excited me as it did the entire world. When I noticed another book by Sagan at the local library, my expectation rose instantly. As I read the back cover and learned that the book touched the topic of extra terrestrials, I had a vague feeling that Sagan would do justice to it. I was tired of the worthless depiction of aliens by popular movies. The best I had liked was Robin Cook's Invasion. Would Contact be even better? Sagan's plot starts at a facility of SETI project Argus. The radio telescopes at Argus — in their attempt to scan the skies for non-random radio sources — hit upon a signal from the star Vega purely by chance. An international consortium is created so that the continuing Message from Vega could be received round the clock. After years of dedicated work, scientists manage to decode the Message: the Message is a manual with the blueprints of a Machine. Despite scores of hurdles and sabotage, the Machine is eventually built. Sagan's description of the eventual tête-à-tête of a selected few humans with the extra terrestrials shines in its elegance and disarming simplicity. For a fiction debut, Contact is not bad at all. The plot is good. Sagan's arguments are balanced. But the thing I liked the most was the way he intertwines religion in the storyline. The only complaint I have about the book has to do with Sagan's writing style; it seems strained, and the effort to add "difficult" words is plainly visible. It is not difficult to see Norman Lewis in the book.

I re-read this book this weekend, I'm not sure why, since I'm already reading a bunch of other things. It's immensely readable, and I love it, so I suppose that helped me pick it up. However, I had forgotten the impact that it has on me. You could say it is the story of a literary friendship, shaped by reading and writing and teaching, but really it is just a love story between two friends-detailing the wrenching decisions and intricacies that those kinds of friendships can bring. I ended up sobbing on a bench outside my work on Monday, glad that I had chosen to reread this, but also totally heartbroken.

fascinating.

I personally think this book was really great, like how there was such details on almost everything. This is my second time reading this book that is how interesting it is. It talks about 3 new Greek heroes trying to save a god. They go through a lot of stuff like Leo finding a basement full of ancient war items. They also find out who Percy is and how to find him. I recommend this book to anyone that likes fantasy and Greek myths. You can get lost in it easily because i did. If you hadn't read the other Greek books by this author then read it because it is very good and i ain`t lying.