Caroline Rosenberg Rosenberg itibaren Seethampeta, Andhra Pradesh, Hindistan itibaren Seethampeta, Andhra Pradesh, Hindistan

Hızlı eğlenceli bir okuma. Zach Braff'ın (TV'nin Scrub's) kardeşi tarafından yazılan, işlevsiz bir ailede büyüyen genç bir Yahudi çocuğun iç düşüncelerinden çok 'Garden State' tarzı bir hikaye. Rahatsız edici, ama gerçekten mizahi ve eğlenceli geliyor - kendi "düşünülemez" oyununuzu destekliyor.

Birkaç yıl önce aniden her yerde kitapla karşılaştım, her yere tavsiye edildi. Beni gerçekten ikna etmedi çünkü tek bir bilimsel kanıt olmadan sadece anekdotsal bilgi topluluğudur. Bundan hayatımdan gerçekten faydalanamadım.

Very good true story about WWII concentration camps

Epic. Good story, though it takes a few hundred pages to really get going.

This book marks the reemergence of my unhealthy obsession with Virginia Woolf. I've read many Woolf bios, and so far this is the most thorough and intriguing. It organizes her life by her works---a refreshing switch from the too-common inclination to view every moment as either “lesbian," "feminist," or “crazy”---and it uses each work as a lens through which to view her social connections, her love life, the critical response to her work, her writing processes, and, yes, her mental illness. A cautionary note: this is very dense sometimes impossible material if you haven't read the books (or if you're like me and still don't "get" JACOB'S ROOM).

You know how I was saying before that I didn't understand why I had this strong impression that Agatha Christie's books were for old British ladies? I figured it out while reading this one. This is one of Christie's Hercule Poirot mysteries. Hercule Poirot is a Belgian detective who seems to think he is better than everyone and spends an awful lot of time twirling his "moustaches" in contemplation while complaining about how rude and gauche everyone is. Frankly, I spent most of the book kind of wanting to punch him in the "moustaches." The plot requires Poirot to untangle the mystery of a young woman (A hippie! [It's the sixties, you know.] How dirty and appalling and strange!) who confesses that she thinks she murdered someone. Unfortunately, she has no idea who or why, and doesn't even bother to leave her name. Poirot has to start by figuring out who this girl is, where she has come from, and who she might have murdered. He unravels this case with the help of his friend, the quirky mystery writer (sort of a more flighty version of Jessica Fletcher), his near-silent servant George, and his secretary Ms. Lemon. The book is well-written, in that the grammar is good and the clues seem to add up more-or-less effectively. However, the story winds along at a snail's pace, and were I not reading this specifically for the 5K, I probably would have given up and thrown it out the bus window roughly 30 pages in. I would only recommend this for the most ardent fan. Although I do intend to read more Agatha Christie, I can promise I'll be steering far clear of any Hercule Poirot mysteries in the future.