Belen Hoyos Hoyos itibaren Sítio Novo do Tocantins - TO, Brezilya
Son zamanlarda kaliteli çocuk kitapları okuyorum çünkü (1) dikkat sürem kısalıyor ve (2) bu kadar ince ambalajlarda çok fazla anlam ifade ediyorlar. A Year Down Yonder, bu kadar etkili hikaye anlatımının en iyi örneğiydi; Ciltli kapakların neredeyse gerçek sayfaların genişliği olduğu kadar ince olmasına rağmen, öğrencilerimden biriyle kitabı incelemek için üç tam oturum geçirdim. Hikaye, aile içi ilişkilerin, komik kaçamakların, alaycı yorumların ve gerekli göz yaşartıcı sahnelerin iç açıcı bir karışımıdır. Belirttiğim tek ana tuzak, sonunda önemli olduğu ortaya çıkan bir karakterin gelişim eksikliğiydi - işler kesinlikle acele edildi.
I really wanted to love this book. I really did. In general, I love Victorian novels. Anna is, fundamentally, a really interesting concept but, in my opinion, there's just WAY too much social and political commentary from the author. There will be three really exhilarating, engaging chapters and then...SNORE...five chapters of unnecessary drivel about local elections. The novel was originally published as a serial, which I think may be the reason for all the filler. A heavy-handed editor should have put the smack down on Tolstoy when the serial was compiled. My recommendation? I've heard there's a really terrific abridged version of Anna. Read that one and you'll likely get the best of the story and the characters without all the filler that probably made sense to Victorian Russians but just bores the hell out of me.
I didn't realize until I started reading that this had a Christin theme to it, but it was an easy to read mystery with real characters going through real experiences. I enjoyed and would read another one of her novels.
The plot of the book was OK, but the characters were so thin. Also, his style of writing gives you the feeling that you're actually reading a movie-of-the-week script rather than a novel.
Sometimes you read a book that you know you should love. This was one of them for me. I took it down from the shelf and started reading it, well-knowing that this is one of the greatest works of modern lit. The problem is that I just didn't feel it. I could never quite get into the intense atmosphere of the jungle, or the near insanity of the main character. I understood these emotions, yes, but never truly felt them. I guess this book just isn't for me. Impressive use of the English language though - especially when Conrad only learned it in a later age.