Anne of Avonlea
L. M. Montgomery (1874–1942), 1909
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Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την περιπέτεια.
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But on this particular day it seemed as if December had remembered that it was time for winter and had turned suddenly dull and brooding, with a windless hush predictive of coming snow. Nevertheless, Anne keenly enjoyed her walk through the great gray maze of the beechlands; though alone she never found it lonely; her imagination peopled her path with merry companions, and with these she carried on a gay, pretended conversation that was wittier and more fascinating than conversations are apt to be in real life, where people sometimes fail most lamentably to talk up to the requirements. In a “make believe” assembly of choice spirits everybody says just the thing you want her to say and so gives you the chance to say just what you want to say. But I could never care for anybody else and I didn’t want to. I knew I would rather be an old maid for a thousand years than marry anybody who wasn’t Stephen Irving. Well, it all seems like a dream now, of course. How sympathetic you look, Anne … as sympathetic as only seventeen can look. But don’t overdo it. I’m really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart. My heart did break, if ever a heart did, when I realized that Stephen Irving was not coming back. But, Anne, a broken heart in real life isn’t half as dreadful as it is in books. It’s a good deal like a bad tooth … though you won’t think that a very romantic simile. Anne smothered a little sigh. She loved Diana dearly and they had always been good comrades. But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
Μικρές κυρίες
Louisa May Alcott, 1868
Τέσσερις αδελφές, ένα ισχνό πορτοφόλι και ένας μακρύς πόλεμος. Μαθαίνουν να δουλεύουν, να τσακώνονται, να γράφουν και να αγαπούν σε μια πόλη της Νέας Αγγλίας που μοιάζει με τη δική σου γειτονιά.
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Έμιλι του Νιου Μουν
L. M. Montgomery, 1923
Η ορφανή Έμιλι, με ένα κοντό μολύβι και έναν ακατάβλητο εσωτερικό κόσμο, στέλνεται να ζήσει με αυστηρούς συγγενείς στο Νησί του Πρίγκιπα Εδουάρδου και αρχίζει να τους καταγράφει όλους.
Πού θα το βρεις
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Anne of Avonlea»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για την περιπέτεια.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Anne of Avonlea»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Anne of Avonlea», δοκίμασε «The Secret Garden» (Frances Hodgson Burnett), «The Lord of the Rings» (J.R.R. Tolkien) και «Μικρές κυρίες» (Louisa May Alcott).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
A story that lets you in, versus one that tells you what to think.
I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history, true or feigned, with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse ‘applicability’ with ‘allegory’; but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.
The Lord of the Rings · J.R.R. Tolkien
Απλώνεις τα χέρια σε κάποιον που αγαπάς και τα κλείνεις στο κενό.
“Then I tried to find some way of embracing my poor mother’s ghost. Thrice I sprang towards her and tried to clasp her in my arms, but each time she flitted from my embrace as it were a dream or phantom, and being touched to the quick I said to her, ‘Mother, why do you not stay still when I would embrace you? If we could throw our arms around one another we might find sad comfort in the sharing of our sorrows even in the house of Hades; does Proserpine want to lay a still further load of grief upon me by mocking me with a phantom only?’
Οδύσσεια · Homer
Η μοναξιά να βρίσκεσαι στο ίδιο δωμάτιο με έναν παλιό έρωτα.
They had no conversation together, no intercourse but what the commonest civility required. Once so much to each other! Now nothing! There had been a time, when of all the large party now filling the drawing-room at Uppercross, they would have found it most difficult to cease to speak to one another. With the exception, perhaps, of Admiral and Mrs. Croft, who seemed particularly attached and happy (Anne could allow no other exception even among the married couples), there could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.
Πειθώ · Jane Austen
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