An American Marriage
Tayari Jones, 2018
Σύγχρονη πεζογραφία Λογοτεχνική πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: τρυφερότητα και ανησυχία. Μιλά για την αγάπη, το σπίτι και την οικογένεια.
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Sometimes it’s exhausting for me to simply walk into the house. I try and calm myself, remember that I’ve lived alone before. Sleeping by myself didn’t kill me then and will not kill me now. But this what loss has taught me of love. Our house isn’t simply empty, our home has been emptied. Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it’s gone, nothing is whole again. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «An American Marriage»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: τρυφερότητα και ανησυχία. Μιλά για την αγάπη, το σπίτι και την οικογένεια.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «An American Marriage»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «An American Marriage», δοκίμασε «Without Merit» (Colleen Hoover), «The Bluest Eye» (Toni Morrison) και «The Great Alone» (Kristin Hannah).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
What it feels like when the world stops holding you up.
I used to feel like i was on the top of the world. Then one day, i noticed that it felt like i was no longer on the top of the world. I was just floating around inside of it. And then eventually, it felt like the world was on top of me.
Without Merit · Colleen Hoover
What love reveals about the person doing the loving.
Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover’s inward eye.
The Bluest Eye · Toni Morrison
The child who keeps the whole family from tipping over, and knows it.
Leni was afraid to stay and afraid to leave. It was strange—stupid, even—but she often felt like the only adult in her family, as if she were the ballast that kept the creaky Allbright boat on an even keel. Mama was engaged in a continual quest to “find” herself. In the past few years, she’d tried EST and the human potential movement, spiritual training, Unitarianism. Even Buddhism. She’d cycled through them all, cherry-picked pieces and bits. Mostly, Leni thought, Mama had come away with T-shirts and sayings. Things like, What is, is, and what isn’t, isn’t. None of it seemed to amount to much.
The Great Alone · Kristin Hannah
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