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Silhouettes of Real Things
Grandpa Bernie died from a stroke in 1994. I was only three years old then so I don't have any memories of him. But there have been bits and pieces of him left behind that affected me as I got older. I have a stuffed rabbit and a picture of him handing it to me on my first Easter. I have stories of him and the kind of man he was that was told to me by my family. Most importantly, I have a book of poems he wrote which was published after he passed away.
By Jean Bruce2 years ago in BookClub
Ten Writers I Can No Longer Read
One of the things I have learned after many years of reading and writing is that you are allowed to dismiss what you once loved; you are allowed to give up on writers who no longer speak to you and have set up a barrier in your mind to enjoyment of their work. I do not mean that I care that deeply about their political, racial, psychological or emotional issues (the list of acceptable writers would be incredibly short if I dismissed the ones who did not reach such high standards). I am simply concerned with what is on the page and how it makes me react, as Vladimir Nabokov once stated, “between the shoulder blades” (where you really do feel the work).
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in BookClub
The GULAG Archipelago
I've lived long enough now to feel that books rarely change me. Probably the last one was Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt that I read in 2004 or 2005, early in my doctoral program. Even then I wouldn't say that it changed me as much as it shook me in realization that human history was full of misery and suffering universally until quite recently and that we are probably living in the best human times in terms of life's comfort and personal security. And it all is incredibly fragile.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in BookClub
My Waystone: or, Echoes in Three Parts. Runner-Up in Book Club Challenge.
The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die. Patrick Rothfuss, prologue to The Name of the Wind
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in BookClub
The Managerial Revolution
Have you ever bought a book sight unseen in terms of knowing what it’s about before you buy it? I have that’s what happened when I bought, The Managerial Revolution: What is Happening in the World, by James Burnham in 2013. This book sat on my shelf for the next year. Not because I wasn’t interested, rather it was marinating for the right time for me to read it. But boy, would this book change my entire outlook on the world once I did read it.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in BookClub
In the charming town of Willowbrook
In the charming town of Willowbrook nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, lived a spirited young girl named Lily. With her bright blue eyes that shone like sapphires and her golden hair that danced in the wind, Lily was a radiant presence that brought joy to everyone around her.
By Punit kumar2 years ago in BookClub
Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak
Today I am going to write a comprehensive review about the wrting of Turkish author named Elif Shafak. She is the author of the 2009 publication forty rules of love. The basted of Istanbul, The architect's Apprentice, and the forty rules of love are just a few of her masterpieces. Ella, Rumi, Shams of Tabraiz, Kimiya (Rumi's adoptive daughter and student), Kierra (Rumi's wife who converted to Islam and was the Rumi's second wife), Sultan Walad and Aladin (Rumi's sons), Desert Rose, Suleiman, Baybras, and A aziz are the 10 characters in the novel. Zahra. Every chapter is told from the perspective of the characters.
By Mariam Jabeen2 years ago in BookClub
