A Wrinkle in Time
Madeleine L'Engle, 1962
Φαντασίας ΝεανικάΕπιστημονική φαντασίαΣύγχρονη πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός, ελπίδα και φόβος. Μιλά για την αγάπη, την ελευθερία και τον χρόνο.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
The wild colors of her clothes became muted, whitened. The pudding-bag shape stretched, lengthened, merged. And suddenly before the children was a creature more beautiful than any Meg had even imagined, and the beauty lay in far more than the outward description. Outwardly Mrs. Whatsit was surely no longer a Mrs. Whatsit. She was a marble-white body with powerful flanks, something like a horse but at the same time completely unlike a horse, for from the magnificently modeled back sprang a nobly formed torso, arms, and a head resembling a man’s, but a man with a perfection of dignity and virtue, an exaltation of joy such as Meg had never before seen. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «A Wrinkle in Time»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: θαυμασμός, ελπίδα και φόβος. Μιλά για την αγάπη, την ελευθερία και τον χρόνο.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «A Wrinkle in Time»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «A Wrinkle in Time», δοκίμασε «11/22/63» (Stephen King), «The City of Ember» (Jeanne DuPrau) και «Η Αμπαρόσφαιρα» (Philip Pullman).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
A case for love as something you carry, not something fated.
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
11/22/63 · Stephen King
A city lit entirely by lamps, and the dark it can't explain.
In the city of Ember, the sky was always dark. The only light came from great floodlamps mounted on the buildings and at the tops of poles in the middle of the larger squares. When the lights were on, they cast a yellowish glow over the streets; people walking by threw long shadows that shortened and then stretched out again. When the lights were off, as they were between nine at night and six in the morning, the city was so dark that people might as well have been wearing blindfolds.
The City of Ember · Jeanne DuPrau
Κι αν η ανυπαρξία σήμαινε πως σκορπίζεις στον κόσμο;
Even if it means oblivion, friends, I’ll welcome it, because it won’t be nothing. We’ll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we’ll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we’ll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.
Η Αμπαρόσφαιρα · Philip Pullman
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