Literary journey of an office career escapee
It was a chore to read this book. Yet, after I finished it, I felt as if I had lived among the troubled Compsons rather than read about them. The stream-of-consciousness narrative isn’t for every reader to digest and to enjoy. And when it’s a stream of a person with a mental disability and the... Continue Reading →
My son came over to me when I was writing this review and, peering over my shoulder, asked: “2K words in a review? Really, Mom?” I replied that this book deserves it, for it is one of the greatest books I have ever read. Probably the greatest. “The Grapes of Wrath” by John Steinbeck, a... Continue Reading →
“Flowers in the Snow” by Danielle Stewart is the first instalment of the five-book Edenville Series. It is a lovely read that I overall enjoyed. It turned out a lighter read than could be expected considering the heavy theme of racism and segregation in the American South back in the 60ies. I picked up this... Continue Reading →
I don’t like writing reviews of the books that left me frustrated, and that’s why I haven’t written one for “The Awakening” by Kate Chopin, even though I finished reading it a while ago. Still, for the sake of objectivity, I’ve finally decided to share my thoughts about this novel. I don’t want to sound nasty, but... Continue Reading →
What makes a book a masterpiece? I don’t believe the criteria for this can even be measured. Our perception of art is and always will be subjective. If a book reaches a wider audience, there will always be those who love it and those who absolutely hate it. Still, some books prove their worth with... Continue Reading →
I don’t like writing reviews of books I have mixed feelings about. First, I realise that my opinion is subjective. Second, I don’t believe that sharing a not-so-favourable opinion does anything good to the world on a global scale. I loved “The Great Alone” by Kristin Hannah. It is the book I’ll most likely reread... Continue Reading →
It is always difficult to share your thoughts about classics. Especially when you’ve struggled with some aspects of the book. At least this is the way it is for me. I don’t think my critical opinion holds any value on a global scale. Legendary books will be read irrespective of my subjective impressions. Still, on... Continue Reading →
The first thing that came into my mind when I sat down to write a review for “Philomena” by Martin Sixsmith was: it’s not “the poignant true story of a mother and the son she had to give away” as the book is advertised on its cover. Well, the story can indeed be called “poignant”... Continue Reading →
This isn’t a story of forbidden love between a girl from Australia and a priest. “The Thorn Birds” by Colleen McCullough is so much more. To be honest, Maggie and Ralph de Bricassart’s love story plotline was the one that fascinated me the least in this book. If anything, it even annoyed me a little. Reading... Continue Reading →
There was something unpleasantly disturbing about this book that didn’t let me fully enjoy reading it. I couldn’t make myself care about the characters, even though their inner struggles and reasons why they are the way they are were well depicted by the author. Edward and Florence, both in their early twenties and virgins, are... Continue Reading →
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