I'm a cinematic addict but I like books, too.
Fight Club delivers like a punch; fast, powerful, smartly-aimed. The aftermath of Fight Club is the same; it leaves you disoriented but, at the same time, amped up and thrilled.
I love, love, love, love, love Voltaire in my heart of hearts, but! I'm not a Swedish history major, so...
Well, that was fun! I need to listen to more audiobooks in the future.
Jeff Wheeler himself writes that the second parts of trilogies (Empire Strikes Back and others) are often his favorites; I feel the same about Legends of Muirwood.
Wow! That was a surprisingly great book. This reminds me of fantasy trilogies I read when I was younger (namely, Land of Elyon and Redwall) with a dash of Lord of the Rings. The writing is clever and yet serious at the same time, without being overbearing or self-absorbed... with one caveat. The characters all talk as if they despise contractions and slang and love monologuing for one another. Other than that, the story makes up for the slight pompousness that is dialogue.
By "three stars," I don't mean that this book had three star writing. Some parts of it were enthralling and, given the status of this novel as the greatest love story ever, gems of literature, like Anna's suicide, but I found myself skimming through every part involving Sergei Ivanovitch or state politics, because, gosh, does Tolstoy love to repeat himself! After Anna's death, I was just done with this book. So "three stars" is more of "average of one star and five stars."
This book is dear to my research-driven question mark of a heart.
Please excuse my ignorance about the adult world when I ask, "Was this supposed to be a twisted anecdote about compromise being the single most important part of marriage?"
Watchmen is a gripping, extremely complex graphic novel. The term "comic book" does this no justice, not with the precise layering of the Black Freighter pirate story, Veidt business ventures, Gloria/Malcolm marital arguments, Hollis Mason autobiography, Jon Osterman backstory piece, and other threads expertly woven into Moore's tapestry.
Plot? What plot?
Pirandello has a way of writing that feels as if the reader is intruding on his own personal turmoil (which, given the institutionalization of his wife and the extreme depression he suffered after his huge economic losses in the mining business, are numerous) -- sometimes the words ring so genuinely personal and true that Pirandello is Henry IV. Monologuing in the words of a half-crazy, half-lucid, and all tumultuously violent man stuck in the dichotomous realities of his mind and companions, Henry IV asks the essential questions for both existentialism and for anyone who has questioned the mind of the companions, leading up to one of the most intense tragic conclusions I've ever read.
...and this, Arthur Miller, killer of American dreams and familial hopes and childhood aspirations, is why I will never get into marketing.
To say this book is a modern-day, Sinclair-esque muckraking piece would be an understatement: the feedback from this book created waves, if not tsunamis, in activism communities for food safety, health, epidemiology, environmentalism, animal rights, workers' rights, union solidarity... the list goes on and on. With the invigorated response from these communities also came a lot of backlash: the top agricultural and fast food corporations criticized the author widely and quite aggressively. "After finishing [this] book, some readers never visit a fast food restaurant again. Others still enjoy their Big Macs. Either way, the decisions are a conscious choice, not just an instinctive response to mass marketing."
Honestly, most parts of this book are either wildly over-analyzed or completely underrated. Some of the issues (such as Richard Wright's insistence that there is no relevant racial commentary) are blown way out of proportion, others (such as the character studies of Janie fleshed out thanks to Pheoby Watson and Sam/Lige earlier on) are, as far as I've seen, quietly slipped in and ignored (at least, they were ignored by a high school English class, which, to be fair, is probably not up to the highest standards).