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من معمولاً کتابهای خارج از لیستم نمیخونم. این کتاب پیشنهاد فروشنده یه کتابفروشی تو لواسان بود که خیلی اتفاقی بهش برخوردم. (و حقیقتاً آرشیو خوبی داشتن.)
فروشنده که از قضا یه پسر جوون بود و هرکتابی بهم معرفی میکرد من میگفتم “خوندم” وقتی دید چشمم خورده به این کتاب سریعاً دفتر دستشو داد بهم و گفت “این مال یک تیکه از همین کتابه”
الان یادم نمیاد حتی کدوم تیکه بود. اما یادمه بسیار خوش خط تیکه کتابهای مختلفی رو توش نوشته بود.
تعریف این خاطره هیچ لزومی نداشت اما به نظرم هیچ چیز جذابتر از دیدن آدمهایی که شغلشون رو دوست دارن، نیست.
که خب اینجا میرسیم به هنتا، شخصیت اصلی “تنهایی پرهیاهو”. مردی که برای ۳۵ سال به طور ناخودآگاه به واسطه شغلش دانش بسیاری از کتابها کسب کرد و عاشقانه دوسشون داشت.
کتاب در عین کم حجمی، حرف زیادی برای گفتن داره.
خوندنش ابداً خالی از لطف نیست.
«ازش خواستم که مرا ببخشد. نمی‌دانستم بخاطر چه گناهی باید مرا می‌بخشید، ولی سرنوشت من این بود. سرنوشت من عذر تقصیر خواستن از همه بود. من حتی از خودم هم بخاطر آنچه بودم، بخاطر طبیعت گریزناپذیرم، تقاضای بخشایش می‌کردم.»
فروشنده که از قضا یه پسر جوون بود و هرکتابی بهم معرفی میکرد من میگفتم “خوندم” وقتی دید چشمم خورده به این کتاب سریعاً دفتر دستشو داد بهم و گفت “این مال یک تیکه از همین کتابه”
الان یادم نمیاد حتی کدوم تیکه بود. اما یادمه بسیار خوش خط تیکه کتابهای مختلفی رو توش نوشته بود.
تعریف این خاطره هیچ لزومی نداشت اما به نظرم هیچ چیز جذابتر از دیدن آدمهایی که شغلشون رو دوست دارن، نیست.
که خب اینجا میرسیم به هنتا، شخصیت اصلی “تنهایی پرهیاهو”. مردی که برای ۳۵ سال به طور ناخودآگاه به واسطه شغلش دانش بسیاری از کتابها کسب کرد و عاشقانه دوسشون داشت.
کتاب در عین کم حجمی، حرف زیادی برای گفتن داره.
خوندنش ابداً خالی از لطف نیست.
«ازش خواستم که مرا ببخشد. نمی‌دانستم بخاطر چه گناهی باید مرا می‌بخشید، ولی سرنوشت من این بود. سرنوشت من عذر تقصیر خواستن از همه بود. من حتی از خودم هم بخاطر آنچه بودم، بخاطر طبیعت گریزناپذیرم، تقاضای بخشایش می‌کردم.»
به یاد می‌آورم که آن روز هم رویاهایم پر از اندوه بود و گرچه پیش از آن وضع بهتر نبود، با وجود این احساس می‌کردم که زندگی پیش از آن انگاری آسان‌تر بود و آرام‌تر و این فکر سیاه این جور به ذهنم بند‌شده نبود و جانم این‌جور در سیاهی غوطه‌ور نبود و این ندامت روح‌آزار، این غصه‌های سیاه که شب و روز آرام از من می‌رباید، نبود و آدم حیران است که پس این رویاها کجا رفتند؟
و آدم از روی بهت سر می‌جنباند و در دل می‌گوید که عصر چه زود می‌گذرد!
آدم از خود می‌پرسد که تو با این سال‌ها که گذشت چه کردی؟
بهترین سال‌های عمرت را کجا در خاک کردی؟
زندگی کردی یا نه؟
و آدم از روی بهت سر می‌جنباند و در دل می‌گوید که عصر چه زود می‌گذرد!
آدم از خود می‌پرسد که تو با این سال‌ها که گذشت چه کردی؟
بهترین سال‌های عمرت را کجا در خاک کردی؟
زندگی کردی یا نه؟
چنین داستانی شاید در یک موقعیت متفاوت به دل من نمی‌نشست.
تا حدود ۵۰٪ کتاب معتقد بودم کافکا به میزان زیادی ایده داستان رو حیف کرده اما از یک جایی به بعد تازه دستم اومد قضیه از چه قراره.
یک نوع آشناپنداری ناخواسته با شخصیت اصلی وجود داره که از درک مفاهیم یکسان در زندگی میاد. برای تمام کسانی که زندگی و آینده‌شون رو صرف یک ایدئولوژی واحد کردن.
توصیفات واقعی‌ان. جوری که انگار اونی که مسخ رو تجربه کرده خود خواننده‌ست. این خود خواننده‌ست که داره سعی میکنه با محیط اطرافش به هر نحوی شده ارتباط برقرار کنه.(life, really.)
پایان داستان واضح، اما ناراحت کننده‌ست.
به نظرم کسی که از این کار خوشش بیاد، از بقیه کارهای کافکا هم خوشش میاد. (احتمالاً.)
تا حدود ۵۰٪ کتاب معتقد بودم کافکا به میزان زیادی ایده داستان رو حیف کرده اما از یک جایی به بعد تازه دستم اومد قضیه از چه قراره.
یک نوع آشناپنداری ناخواسته با شخصیت اصلی وجود داره که از درک مفاهیم یکسان در زندگی میاد. برای تمام کسانی که زندگی و آینده‌شون رو صرف یک ایدئولوژی واحد کردن.
توصیفات واقعی‌ان. جوری که انگار اونی که مسخ رو تجربه کرده خود خواننده‌ست. این خود خواننده‌ست که داره سعی میکنه با محیط اطرافش به هر نحوی شده ارتباط برقرار کنه.(life, really.)
پایان داستان واضح، اما ناراحت کننده‌ست.
به نظرم کسی که از این کار خوشش بیاد، از بقیه کارهای کافکا هم خوشش میاد. (احتمالاً.)
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This was supposed to be the beginning of my CoHo reading era but uh.
Generally speaking, it was a good read, but I'm about to list the shit out of some "Serious!" Problems:
A: Tate. Who is she? How is she like? What does she do whenever she's not thinking about Miles? When she's not constantly waiting for him to show up and fuck her? Does she have a life for herself or she's just here to give us a perspective of what Miles is like these days? I suppose she's a nurse. Did we talk about that? Nope. We basically NEVER talk about who she is, if not just Corbin's sister and Miles's so-called love interest. She has zero self-respect. This girl fell in love with a guy she practically knew nothing about, He kept treating her like SHIT and she kept going back to him like a lost puppy and each time, after his first apology, she forgave him by making up some mentally fucked-up excuses for herself. I get it, Miles was traumatised, but no fucking excuse in this world could justify some of his actions AND most importantly I can't understand how Tate not even ONCE asked herself "This is how much I worth? Is this what I deserve?" This is not love. Kill me already.
B: So... You're telling me, I'm supposed to feel sorry for Miles, and accept all his bad manners and 200 pages of shit-talk, just because he has a fucked up past? Pilots make allot of money I suppose, did he ever consider therapy? So that he wouldn't break the heart of those who genuinely care about him? No? Okay. I felt sorry for him. What he went through? No one deserves that. And I really do get what it meant to him and how heartbreaking his story was. But no, I still won't accept his bad actions because of it. But I do give him credit for how realistic he was. Irl ppl are exactly like that. I won't accept their shits irl, and I won't accept their shits in the world of fiction.
C: Besides Miles, you can't really feel any connection, or any depth, in any other character. They feel bland. They're not introduced properly and they're not taken care of. They're just here, because Miles is here. And eventhough Miles's chapters are all about Rachel, they're not really about Rachel. They're about him. You know what I mean.
D: Honestly, I enjoyed some parts wholeheartedly, but the ending was a total disappointment. It felt unrealistic and rushed. I know what a "HaPpY eNd" is, But no way in HELL Miles changed THIS FUCKING MUCH just in 6 months. How do you expect me to believe that?? He had a moment of epiphany and BOOM!! nation's best boyfriend?? Jesus.
Anyway, I'm giving up on Coho's contemporary romances. On my way to read "Verity" hoping it'll be THE one.
Generally speaking, it was a good read, but I'm about to list the shit out of some "Serious!" Problems:
A: Tate. Who is she? How is she like? What does she do whenever she's not thinking about Miles? When she's not constantly waiting for him to show up and fuck her? Does she have a life for herself or she's just here to give us a perspective of what Miles is like these days? I suppose she's a nurse. Did we talk about that? Nope. We basically NEVER talk about who she is, if not just Corbin's sister and Miles's so-called love interest. She has zero self-respect. This girl fell in love with a guy she practically knew nothing about, He kept treating her like SHIT and she kept going back to him like a lost puppy and each time, after his first apology, she forgave him by making up some mentally fucked-up excuses for herself. I get it, Miles was traumatised, but no fucking excuse in this world could justify some of his actions AND most importantly I can't understand how Tate not even ONCE asked herself "This is how much I worth? Is this what I deserve?" This is not love. Kill me already.
B: So... You're telling me, I'm supposed to feel sorry for Miles, and accept all his bad manners and 200 pages of shit-talk, just because he has a fucked up past? Pilots make allot of money I suppose, did he ever consider therapy? So that he wouldn't break the heart of those who genuinely care about him? No? Okay. I felt sorry for him. What he went through? No one deserves that. And I really do get what it meant to him and how heartbreaking his story was. But no, I still won't accept his bad actions because of it. But I do give him credit for how realistic he was. Irl ppl are exactly like that. I won't accept their shits irl, and I won't accept their shits in the world of fiction.
C: Besides Miles, you can't really feel any connection, or any depth, in any other character. They feel bland. They're not introduced properly and they're not taken care of. They're just here, because Miles is here. And eventhough Miles's chapters are all about Rachel, they're not really about Rachel. They're about him. You know what I mean.
D: Honestly, I enjoyed some parts wholeheartedly, but the ending was a total disappointment. It felt unrealistic and rushed. I know what a "HaPpY eNd" is, But no way in HELL Miles changed THIS FUCKING MUCH just in 6 months. How do you expect me to believe that?? He had a moment of epiphany and BOOM!! nation's best boyfriend?? Jesus.
Anyway, I'm giving up on Coho's contemporary romances. On my way to read "Verity" hoping it'll be THE one.
I’ve been mad for days. Like, seriously. I thought maybe by not talking about this book, i can save my mental health, but I’ll probably end up having a heart stroke if i don’t say what I’m about to say.
What the fuck was this supposed to BE???
How is it even possible to turn such a great tragedy into something looking like a low-grade 2013 fan-fiction uploaded on wattpad?
How d a r e you?
A, the writing is bad. It’s like reading a blog about a football match. we talked. we played. he was mad and i didn’t know what to say. this and this and this. (Wtf is “this and this and this”??)
The war scenes were boring. The romance parts were boring. Conversations were boring. How tf did you make Trojan sound boring??
B, Achilles, which is this unbelievably strong and compassionate character in greek mythology, is a fucking brat who never does anything wrong or says anything specific. Patroclus, is this needy teenager who is like, 100% useless throughout the whole book and whatever he does is insignificant. Their relationship, has ZERO base-story, happened in 15 pages, suddenly they are madly in love, not once not ONCE even a deep proper conversation happened between them. They just CLICKED YOU KNOW???
That is how bad she ruined them all.
She. RUINED. them. all.
I’m giving this shit 2 stars only for 2 reasons:
1. The original story. Which is a tragedy I’ve been impressed with my whole life.
2. Odysseus. Which was the only (kinda) well written character in the book and was not that much of a self-obsessed brat. (like he always is.)
What the fuck was this supposed to BE???
How is it even possible to turn such a great tragedy into something looking like a low-grade 2013 fan-fiction uploaded on wattpad?
How d a r e you?
A, the writing is bad. It’s like reading a blog about a football match. we talked. we played. he was mad and i didn’t know what to say. this and this and this. (Wtf is “this and this and this”??)
The war scenes were boring. The romance parts were boring. Conversations were boring. How tf did you make Trojan sound boring??
B, Achilles, which is this unbelievably strong and compassionate character in greek mythology, is a fucking brat who never does anything wrong or says anything specific. Patroclus, is this needy teenager who is like, 100% useless throughout the whole book and whatever he does is insignificant. Their relationship, has ZERO base-story, happened in 15 pages, suddenly they are madly in love, not once not ONCE even a deep proper conversation happened between them. They just CLICKED YOU KNOW???
That is how bad she ruined them all.
She. RUINED. them. all.
I’m giving this shit 2 stars only for 2 reasons:
1. The original story. Which is a tragedy I’ve been impressed with my whole life.
2. Odysseus. Which was the only (kinda) well written character in the book and was not that much of a self-obsessed brat. (like he always is.)
I usually only give 5 stars to books that make me feel stuff. you know, like “i can’t stop thinking about this book i love all the characters so much aaaaa” kind of stuff.
But sometimes, it’s about understanding. It’s about all the flaws. All those things I usually don’t think about. All the situations i put myself in, thinking how well i could’ve handled them.
This book was more of a “coming to an age” than “romance” for me. I liked both January and Gus as an individual character. But there was something about their relationship that felt off.
What really mattered to me was how they dealt with their demons. January with her beliefs falling apart and Gus with living in the same loop as his mother. I liked how well Emily Henry handled those.
The writing was rich. It really was. which surprised me a bit cause i did not expect such thing from such book.
This book, it’s far from perfect. But this imperfection kinda made me love it more than what i expected.
Emily Henry probably made a new fan for herself. Will definitely read more of her works.
But sometimes, it’s about understanding. It’s about all the flaws. All those things I usually don’t think about. All the situations i put myself in, thinking how well i could’ve handled them.
This book was more of a “coming to an age” than “romance” for me. I liked both January and Gus as an individual character. But there was something about their relationship that felt off.
What really mattered to me was how they dealt with their demons. January with her beliefs falling apart and Gus with living in the same loop as his mother. I liked how well Emily Henry handled those.
The writing was rich. It really was. which surprised me a bit cause i did not expect such thing from such book.
This book, it’s far from perfect. But this imperfection kinda made me love it more than what i expected.
Emily Henry probably made a new fan for herself. Will definitely read more of her works.
