Hyperion
Dan Simmons, 1989
Επιστημονική φαντασία ΦαντασίαςΣύγχρονη πεζογραφία
Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος, θαυμασμός και περιέργεια. Μιλά για τον χρόνο, την περιπέτεια και την πίστη.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
Sarai had treasured every stage of Rachel’s childhood, enjoying the day-to-day normalcy of things; a normalcy which she quietly accepted as the best of life. She had always felt that the essence of human experience lay not primarily in the peak experiences, the wedding days and triumphs which stood out in the memory like dates circled in red on old calendars, but, rather, in the unself-conscious flow of little things - the weekend afternoon with each member of the family engaged in his or her own pursuit, their crossings and connections casual, dialogues imminently forgettable, but the sum of such hours creating a synergy which was important and eternal. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Hyperion»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος, θαυμασμός και περιέργεια. Μιλά για τον χρόνο, την περιπέτεια και την πίστη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Hyperion»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Hyperion», δοκίμασε «Το λεπτό μαχαίρι» (Philip Pullman), «The Great Hunt» (Robert Jordan) και «Ο Μαύρος Πύργος» (Stephen King).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
What it costs to be taken seriously by something that wants to kill you.
A young wolfhound must meet his first wolf someday, but if the wolf sees him as a puppy, if he acts the puppy, the wolf will surely kill him. The wolfhound must be a wolfhound in the wolf’s eyes even more than in his own, if he is to survive.
The Great Hunt · Robert Jordan
Ένας ύμνος για να βρεις σταθερό χέρι και καρδιά.
I do not aim with my hand; He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
Ο Μαύρος Πύργος · Stephen King
Every fence you build is a hypothesis about what cannot get through.
Because the history of evolution is that life escapes all barriers. Life breaks free. Life expands to new territories. Painfully, perhaps even dangerously. But life finds a way.
Jurassic Park · Michael Crichton
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