Salinee Pimpakun Pimpakun itibaren Rupauli Ruphara, Bihar, Hindistan
Bu kitabın 4 sayfasını okudum ve daha fazla okumak istemiyorum. Neden hiç kimse Pessl'e her cümlenin bir benzetme veya aldatma gerektirmediğini söylemedi? Yazıyı çok sıkıcı ve takip etmesi zorlaştırıyor. Dürüst olmak gerekirse, 4 sayfadan sonra hiç kitaptan vazgeçmedim, ama her şeyin bir ilki var ...
I only added this book because the author is excellent. I'm a bit dismayed to find that this is the only book that they have listed for her. She is first and foremost an author of historical fiction and she's excellent. I've even had the privilege to correspond with her. Her books -The Catherine LeVendeur series take place in 12th century France in a time where it's becoming dangerous to be a Jew. Catherine is a French Christian but a family secret threatens both the safety and livelihood of her family. Really fascinating series.
** spoiler alert ** Wow. I enjoyed this book until the ending. How could she kill Willow off? I guess I just hoped for a happy ending. The mom was trying to keep her safe but it didn't matter because accidents occur no matter what. I mean, the lawsuit gave them enough money to give Willow everything she needs to be safe and comfortable but in the end life happens. I just don't understand the message I guess.
I could not finish this book. In fact, when I finally (and gratefully) decided to stop reading it, I could not even bring myself to return it to my bookshelf. I actually threw it in the garbage, which I have never done to another book. It's a shame, too, because up until about 3/4 of the way through, I LOVED this book. The writing is simply brilliant, and Ellis presents a fascinating and thought-provoking view of 1980's American society, made especially poignant by the fact that it is only mildly less disturbing than the view into the mind of a psycho-sociopath. I thought I was doing really well getting through the elaborately grotesque and increasingly descriptive torture/murder scenes, understanding their placement and function within the bigger picture of the novel, as well as the contrast and compliment they brought to the other, more sane and mundane (but equally elaborate and descriptive) sections. But really, Ellis. Enough is enough. I stopped reading when I found myself literally on the verge of vomiting, and I am still haunted and disturbed by concepts and imagery that have been burned into my brain forever. Thanks a lot, Bret.