Outlander
Diana Gabaldon, 1991
Ρομαντικά Ιστορικά μυθιστορήματαΙστορίαΦαντασίας
Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και γαλήνη. Μιλά για την αγάπη, το σπίτι και την ελευθερία.
Μια σελίδα από το βιβλίο
I had one last try.“Does it bother you that I’m not a virgin?” He hesitated a moment before answering.“Well, no,” he said slowly, “so long as it doesna bother you that I am.” He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.“Reckon one of us should know what they’re doing,” he said. The door closed softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Outlander»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα και γαλήνη. Μιλά για την αγάπη, το σπίτι και την ελευθερία.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Outlander»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Outlander», δοκίμασε «11/22/63» (Stephen King), «The Lucky One» (Nicholas Sparks) και «Flawless» (Elsie Silver).
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
When you stop hearing from someone, what story do you tell yourself?
Every now and then, I’d meet a guy and think that we were getting along great, and suddenly I’d stop hearing from him. Not only did he stop calling, but if I happened to bump into him sometime later he always acted like I had the plague. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t. And it bothered me. It hurt me. With time, it got harder and harder to keep blaming the guys, and I eventually came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. That maybe I was simply meant to live my life alone.
The Lucky One · Nicholas Sparks
How quickly a joke about taking a bullet stops being a joke.
Please don’t cry. I fucking hate it when you cry. It’s like a bullet to my chest.” “Taken many bullets, have you?” My voice is weak, and I hate that. “No,” he husks, “but I would. For you, I would.
Flawless · Elsie Silver
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