ilinca apetrei

it's frightening that people could actually be like and live the life of Bunny Monroe. it's frightening that i believe that this is not fiction.

Her head sits atop of her veined throat like an alien parasite, praying on her body.

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing [...] He's making sure you're always distracted [...] He's making sure your imagination withers. Until it's as usefull as your appendix. He's making sure your atention is always filled. And this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world".

what we also experienced: hunger, poverty, terror, shame, big brother watching, becoming less than humans, etc. communism.

i need to be in a good mood to "fight" this book

Zadie Smith is loved and loves. Excellent description of intimate gestures and words that take years to bridge two people.

loved the description of the South. I took in smells, tastes, views. Cannot compare to the real thing, though.

beach book. what if the Torino veil would yield a living, breathing Jesus?

yet another conspiracy theory. better than watching TV though.

big dissapointment. heavy in style, boring, plot badly constructed

if you like Woody Allen, don't open this book

Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen form us - that's snatched right out of our hands- even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our alloted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

loneliness, sadness, ever so gentle loss of memories, struggle to find human understanding and connections, hopeless love and questions, no answers...the style is light as a feather and characters and style bear much resemblance to "Norwegian Wood". although not "pure Murakami", both novels definetly worth reading.