Eve Lee Lee itibaren Barshino 100000, Kazakistan
First of all, I took a few psychology courses during the first year of my university career and they scared the heck out of me. I did not (then or now) want anyone to get into my head and tell me why I thought and acted the way I did. I did not (then or now) want to analyse my thoughts too deeply or have anyone else analyze them for me. Secondly, hypnotism is a powerful tool and I saw firsthand how using it can get out of hand. Once during my high school years, a friend was hypnotized by a magician travelling through town. This friend was in the audience, not on the stage, and no one knew she had been hypnotized until the next day. Her mom had to take her to the hotel where the hypnotist was staying and he had to bring her out of it. So this debut novel (I have read other books by Ms. Parshall, so obviously they don't have to be read in any order) by Sandra Parshall, where a psychologist uses hypnotism on her daughter to control her, drew me in, feeding on my fears, and I couldn’t put it down...... and I love stories told in the first person. In The Heat of the Moon, we are in our 27 year old heroine’s head from start to finish, as she tries to figure out what her strange memories and fragmented nightmares mean. Family love can have its dark side and author Parshall shows us this in a stunning way. I had to go on a waiting list to get this book and it had to be brought in from another city. It was well worth the wait.. I am looking forward to reading more books by this talented author.
This book was interesting but very slow. It was interesting because the main character is an eleven year old girl in the 1950's who is obcessed with chemistry (mixing poisons is her favorite) and is attempting to solve a murder. It just took me forever to get through it because it wasn't the most absorbing book.
Cunningham does amazing stylistic mimicry here, adopting the voice of Virginia Woolf in prose that almost matches hers for grace and fluidity. And for most of the book, he tells a compelling story, a loose update of Mrs. Dalloway. But the connections he draws between his plotlines are much too facile--would Mrs. Dalloway be in any way improved by imagining Septimus as Clarissa's long-lost brother? If nothing else, though, reading The Hours makes you remember how wonderful is Mrs. Dalloway, and makes you want to return to it.
Sociopathology-as-novel. This novel could stab you in the face, and walk away without a thought. I still have the scar. What does Delillo eat for breakfast?