Monday, February 19, 2007
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Sunday
really not easy to assess when a book already share a little 'prejudiced. It 's like if I decide to go to a new restaurant for dinner preventing nasty surprises with a reckless drink.
the same spirit, this weekend I opened the pages of "I am a wooden, Giulia Carcasi, famous for his" But how many stars somo.
A customer told me, "anyone could write," another had complained of what was different from the first criticism ... treated him with a certain superficiality ...
But I wanted to read it ... it is the right length, what do you do a lazy Sunday.
At this point you're wondering if I liked it or not ...
not so 'easy to say. It is certainly very different from how I imagined.
There is a "bad mother" who spies on his daughter's diary and it said in a attravrso so real and painful to make you wonder if there is some truth in this story.
There is a daughter who is simply not there, hidden behind a few lines in italics, which do not allow even to imagine how really is his life. There are similarities
forced differences ignored ...
short, there tuuto what really lies behind the relationship between mother and daughter, not the idyllic setting of the show, the real and sometimes so painful that every woman, mother and daughter is, he knows.
do not know if I liked it, but I know for certain that I was right to open that first page.
the same spirit, this weekend I opened the pages of "I am a wooden, Giulia Carcasi, famous for his" But how many stars somo.
A customer told me, "anyone could write," another had complained of what was different from the first criticism ... treated him with a certain superficiality ...
But I wanted to read it ... it is the right length, what do you do a lazy Sunday.
At this point you're wondering if I liked it or not ...
not so 'easy to say. It is certainly very different from how I imagined.
There is a "bad mother" who spies on his daughter's diary and it said in a attravrso so real and painful to make you wonder if there is some truth in this story.
There is a daughter who is simply not there, hidden behind a few lines in italics, which do not allow even to imagine how really is his life. There are similarities
forced differences ignored ...
short, there tuuto what really lies behind the relationship between mother and daughter, not the idyllic setting of the show, the real and sometimes so painful that every woman, mother and daughter is, he knows.
do not know if I liked it, but I know for certain that I was right to open that first page.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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lazy days of the blackbird ... Some strange molecules
Although this winter has seemed to be just a bit 'strange could not exempt itself from what is a real tradition: the days of the blackbird! Those they leave with him two coats even though the sun is shining, because you never know ...
Actually is chilly this morning the thermometer marked -3 machine .... and the days of the blackbird are already well past .... luckily someone warned me that this is the tail of the blackbird ..!
Among other things, you know where it comes from this funny name?
It seems that at the battlements of the world did not exist, but there were only white doves as the one launched by Noah's ark (I swear that the story has not invented a Adolph).
Until January 29, a poor dove, half dead with cold, decided to seek shelter and heat in an open fire ... obviously had the oxygen mask because three days after it came out perfectly healthy, but completely black, so that it was necessary to give it a new name, just blackbird.
will that fashon victim, but I have to ask, who knows if it was to advise the peacock's beak orange dye to highlight the contrast?
Happy February to everyone ... and do not miss Saturday afternoon aperitif for the submission of a new exhibition of paintings dinoitre!
Actually is chilly this morning the thermometer marked -3 machine .... and the days of the blackbird are already well past .... luckily someone warned me that this is the tail of the blackbird ..!
Among other things, you know where it comes from this funny name?
It seems that at the battlements of the world did not exist, but there were only white doves as the one launched by Noah's ark (I swear that the story has not invented a Adolph).
Until January 29, a poor dove, half dead with cold, decided to seek shelter and heat in an open fire ... obviously had the oxygen mask because three days after it came out perfectly healthy, but completely black, so that it was necessary to give it a new name, just blackbird.
will that fashon victim, but I have to ask, who knows if it was to advise the peacock's beak orange dye to highlight the contrast?
Happy February to everyone ... and do not miss Saturday afternoon aperitif for the submission of a new exhibition of paintings dinoitre!
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