I am so glad to finally be back on here! I have been looking for this book for years now and have finally found it! It's by far the sickest read I ever had, but it is definitely a work of genius.
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I am so glad to finally be back on here! I have been looking for this book for years now and have finally found it! It's by far the sickest read I ever had, but it is definitely a work of genius.
Gods, my gods! How sad the earth is at eventide! How mysterious are the mists over the swamps. Anyone who has wandered in these mists, who has suffered a great deal before death, or flown above the earth, bearing a burden beyond his strength knows this. Someone who is exhausted knows this. And without regret he forsakes the mists of the earth, its swamps and rivers, and sinks into the arms of death with a light heart, knowing that death alone...
"I hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed--Behemoth."
The steady hum of the car as it flew high above the earth soothed Margarita like a lullaby, and the moonlight warmed her pleasantly.
I am so in love with this book so far, and it only keeps getting better and better.
First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.
The movie (The Hours) is mostly what brought me here, Nicole Kidman as Virginia Woolf while in the process of writing this book, Meryl Streepe as Clarissa, and Julianne Moore as Richard's mother. *.*
Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. I am going in.
Rosa and I are going to start this tonight, hopefully. I am still too hung up on The Book Thief.
The sun stirs the Earth. Round and round, it stirs us, like ugly stew.
I just finished the book. I think I must have died a little. I love it beyond words.
He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His trousers clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.
Sooooo I am starting this tonight. I have super high expectations from all my friends' reviews.
Okay. Starting late on December reads. I FINALLY FOUND THE MASTER AND MARGARITA THO!
Okay. This book is going so well so far and turning out to be quite interesting. *.*
A couple of years ago, I bought this book to give it to my friend on her birthday. I only found it just the morning of her birthday, so I spent all morning reading it. I never managed to see her on that day, and she travelled away the day after. I still have the book, with my dedication to her on the first page.
Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it's a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.
My November reads. Hopefully.
I am most excited about Never Let Me Go. I have already seen the movie because I didn't know there was a book. But I am sure I am not going to enjoy it any less anyway.
"Intelligence is one of the greatest human gifts. But all too often a search for knowledge drives out the search for love. This is something else I've discovered for myself very recently. I present it to you as a hypothesis: Intelligence without the ability to give and receive affection leads to mental and moral breakdown, to neurosis, and possibly even psychosis."
This book killed me.
"I am getting angry enough to do something desperate. To jump out of the window would be admirable exercise, but the bars are too strong even to try.
Besides I wouldn't do it. Of course not. I know well enough that a step like that is improper and might be misconstrued."
"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
My friend is so in love with Pride and Prejudice. I got her this mug today. :3
‘Let me alone. Let me alone,‘ sobbed Catherine. ‘If I‘ve done wrong, I‘m dying for it. It is enough! You left me too: but I won‘t upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!‘
‘It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,‘ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don‘t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love mymurderer—but yours! How can I?‘
"'We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact,' Tyler said. 'So don't fuck with us.'"
"Frank gave me a straight answer. He snapped his fingers. I could see him dissociating himself from the causes of the mess; identifying himself, with growing pride and energy, with the purifiers, the world-savers, the cleaners-up."
"I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world."
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