The Thorn Birds
Colleen McCullough, 1977
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Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, θλίψη και δέος. Μιλά για την οικογένεια, τη φιλοδοξία και τη μνήμη.
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Each of us has something within us which won’t be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that’s all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can’t affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it’s the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don’t you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «The Thorn Birds»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: λαχτάρα, θλίψη και δέος. Μιλά για την οικογένεια, τη φιλοδοξία και τη μνήμη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Thorn Birds»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Thorn Birds», δοκίμασε «Ο θεός των μικρών πραγμάτων» (Arundhati Roy), «One Italian Summer» (Rebecca Serle) και «The Berry Pickers» (Amanda Peters).
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Πώς αλλάζει ένα σπίτι όταν μένει άδειο
“It was raining when Rahel came back to Ayemenem. Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire. The old house on the hill wore its steep, gabled roof pulled over its ears like a low hat. The walls, streaked with moss, had grown soft, and bulged a little with dampness that seeped up from the ground. The wild, overgrown garden was full of the whisper and scurry of small lives. In the undergrowth a rat snake rubbed itself against a glistening stone. Hopeful yellow bullfrogs cruised the scummy pond for mates. A drenched mongoose flashed across the leaf strewn driveway.
Ο θεός των μικρών πραγμάτων · Arundhati Roy
For an only child, books are more than paper; they are a way out.
I found it strange that no word exists for a parent who loses a child. If children lose their parents, they are orphans. If a husband loses his wife, he’s a widower. But there’s no word for a parent who loses a child. I’ve come to believe that the event is just too big, too monstrous, too overwhelming for words. No word could ever describe the feeling, so we leave it unsaid.
The Berry Pickers · Amanda Peters
A daughter hears what her father is really mourning.
I was one of the fastest up-and-coming teen actresses just two years ago, and the moment the fire burned away my looks, the studio pulled my contract. I think he mourns the idea that he’s not the father of an actress more than he mourns almost losing his daughter to a fire that was caused by his carelessness.
November 9 · Colleen Hoover
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