I just finished my first book for 2010 and realised I didn’t post my read book of 2009. Although I didn’t read that much, I picked good ones. Not all, of course, that would be inhuman but still.…I did good overall.
this is a preview of 2009 in books
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January 12, 2010 – 14:01
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by eb
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posted in book talk, reading tips
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tagged 2009, books, charlaine harris, chick-lit, classics, debbie ellis, detectives, fantasy, gaiman, heyer, humor, ian sansom, inio, into movies, jane austen, lodge, mamet, manga, obata, phoenix wright, plays, pratchett, romance, thrillers, toby moore, twain, urasawa, what i read, wodehouse
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When you see the title you would think you’re in for a thriller/horror type of story, but you couldn’t be more wrong. It’s a very gripping and disturbing story about five teenage sisters who commit suicide. Heavy stuff? Not really. The way the story is told is very open and factual, even funny at times, by one of the boys (now men) who lived in the street and who were intrigued by the Lisbon girls and their lives.
this is a preview of the virgin suicides — jeffrey eugenides
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In this book everything is hang up on one term: intertextuality.
Mrs. Dalloway is the subject/object that is the intermediate between three women, three, as it seems at first, totally different and incoherent lives. There is Virginia Woolf, who is writing Mrs Dalloway, struggling with her story. There is Laura Brown, who is reading Mrs Dalloway and Clarissa who is the late ’90 version of Mrs Dalloway. Every woman has her own struggles and doubts. We, the readers, are given a look in their worlds, their emotions, thoughts and eventually their decisions.
this is a preview of the hours — michael cunningham
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Fanny Price, a young woman who is taken away from her family at the age of ten and brought up by her rich aunt and uncle. She learns manners, how to behave in certain circles. The only real friend in her ordeal is her cousin Edmund, who gives her paper and feather to write, and later on her uncle gives her a fair chance too, by giving her a lovely fire (and so warmth) in “her” library. I really haven’t got a clue what more to tell . It’s just a romantic story about a very dull young woman. All is well that ends well. But I’m not finished yet…
this is a preview of mansfield park — jane austen
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