Prerazmišljavanje

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Fun, but not much more. One or two quotables. Classic young boys' read, I guess.

An okay children's read, from an adult's standpoint.

I'd love to teach it to my English class one day, though. It would make an excellent material for tackling all the important social issues a middle school student should be able to handle.

Uči decu pogrešnim vrednostima.

Sa zadovoljstvom ću je čitati svojoj deci, i kasnije sa njima, i još kasnije ih podsećati da je ponovo pročitaju.

Može se čitati kao svedočanstvo o jednom vremenu i jednoj međi, a može se čitati i kao pjer-menar-ovsko poigravanje sa istorijskom čitankom.

Ja sam je čitala na drugi način, i nauživala se povezujući naivnost školske lektire, naivnost ideala hranjenih njom i posledice.

Coelho somehow always manages to write a book about a man disguised as a book about a woman.

This one is a very good exception, but still not a very good book. Literary speaking, of course. I will not allow myself to discuss the spiritual component, though, because I understand its importance but am not experiencing it personally. 

Reading his books leaves me with an unsettling feeling that I took the time and went over someone else's feelings and hopes without even stopping to let them try and touch me. Like I gave a beggar a dime without looking at the sign in front of him.

I won't rate this book, at least not yet.

It is a great example of the Brechtian epic theater, and for that I'd have to give it 5 stars.

It is a poor example of a what-if kind of fanfic, and for that I'd have to give it 2 stars.

I decided not to rate it because I understand that, after so many years and such a success of the 7 HP books, you cannot return to your own work as an author. You come back as a fan, half-blinded by the fame and the responsibility, and all you can write is a fanfic.

Although it had too much time-travelling-deus-ex-machina moments for my taste, I'm sure it is astonishing as a play, and I'd love to see it someday.

Robert Silverberg has made an amazing anthology, in which everyone can find their cup of fantasy, so to speak.

There were only a couple of stories I didn't like, but I suppose someone had.

Those I did like a lot and will reread in the years to come are The Happiest Dead Boy in the World and Homecoming.

Well, I guess the people who did the 'selecting' didn't love D.M. as much as, or the same way I do, because the way they put this book together makes no sense to me.

I love her poetry! But I hated this edition so much that I had to knock one star off its rating. :(

Guysguysguys!!!

I just found my new favourite! I'm still astonished by the flow of sentences and the way he dissects his characters  - with love that's not easy to find in modern literature. I recommend it to all my followers!

I think this will be a fast read. Something about the flow of pauses and sentences. Not sure if i'll like it, though, but it's too early to say.

So very deeply disturbing.

The Book Exchange Reading List

 

This list will feature most of the books I got from unknown, and sometimes anonymous, 'bookfriends' from all over the world.

I've tried to contact every single one of them in hope of continuation of our 'bookfriendship', because it didn't seem fair to get 10+ books and send only 1.

If you have any experience from this exchange and wish to share it, send me a picture or/and a few words — my e-mail is prerazmisljavanje@gmail.com — and I'll include them in a blog post about The Exchange.

A page-turner.

Faster than the 3rd one, less convincing than the 5th.

But I still adore it, of course, and wish it was longer, and will reread it countless times until he writes another one and after.

I've never been much of a traveler, and I rarely enjoy books about travel.

But this one's making me reconsider an abandoned excursion project of mine with every page I turn. 

I cannot relate to the author, and that's the best thing about reading this - it makes me want to live my own collage of towns and countries, not walk the paths the author's already felt and pinned to his life and poured into a book.