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3.93 AVERAGE
3.93 AVERAGE
emotional
hopeful
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Well, I read this book in its Indonesian translation, I think it doesn't translate as deep as I thought it would be. There are some touching parts but the language doesn't speak to me so I feel flat when I was reading it.
A very sweet and short couple of novellas about how young people deal with deaths and move on.
The first book is Kitchen which takes an orphan who's grandmother has just died who is taken in by a transgender woman and her son (she started out as his biological father). Gradually Mikaye moves on aided by the familiarity of the kitchen and cooking.
She moves out and is then rung by the son to let her know that his mother has been murdered. They both then start to navigate grief together with the help of food. By the end they are starting to come out the other side and move towards a romantic relationship.
The second novella takes a girl and a younger brother who have lost their boyfriend / brother and girlfriend in a car crash. Neither can move on until the girl meets a strange figure when out running who allows her to see the boyfriend in the distance and say goodbye. Simultaneously the younger brother sees his girlfriend who takes away the clothes he has been wearing of hers.
Both are well written and you get a feel for the depth of their grief as youngsters although I don't think we ever get ages for all of them. I really liked the way both ended optimistically but left their futures open. The trans issues possibly suffer from the age of the writing - it was published in the 80s but I didn't find it too off putting.
The first book is Kitchen which takes an orphan who's grandmother has just died who is taken in by a transgender woman and her son (she started out as his biological father). Gradually Mikaye moves on aided by the familiarity of the kitchen and cooking.
She moves out and is then rung by the son to let her know that his mother has been murdered. They both then start to navigate grief together with the help of food. By the end they are starting to come out the other side and move towards a romantic relationship.
The second novella takes a girl and a younger brother who have lost their boyfriend / brother and girlfriend in a car crash. Neither can move on until the girl meets a strange figure when out running who allows her to see the boyfriend in the distance and say goodbye. Simultaneously the younger brother sees his girlfriend who takes away the clothes he has been wearing of hers.
Both are well written and you get a feel for the depth of their grief as youngsters although I don't think we ever get ages for all of them. I really liked the way both ended optimistically but left their futures open. The trans issues possibly suffer from the age of the writing - it was published in the 80s but I didn't find it too off putting.
emotional
hopeful
reflective
relaxing
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Opening Line: The place I like best in the world is the kitchen.
4/5 Stars
4/5 Stars
emotional
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
N/A
Libro sobre el duelo que se aborda mediante dos historias muy bonitas y que te dejan con un buen sabor de boca.
hopeful
inspiring
medium-paced
dark
emotional
hopeful
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
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ragazzi non fanno apposta a farsi del male come noi. Ma
con tutto il suo corpo, i suoi occhi, diceva una cosa soltan-
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