The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Haruki Murakami, 1994
Ατμόσφαιρα: ανησυχία, περιέργεια και λαχτάρα. Μιλά για την ταυτότητα, την ελευθερία και τη μνήμη.
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But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: ανησυχία, περιέργεια και λαχτάρα. Μιλά για την ταυτότητα, την ελευθερία και τη μνήμη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle», δοκίμασε «Fight Club» (Chuck Palahniuk), «Wicked» (Gregory Maguire) και «Tress of the Emerald Sea» (Brandon Sanderson).
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The night has no floor. There is only the sound of your own thoughts.
I come dragging in with every muscle bruised inside and out, but my heart’s still racing and my thoughts are a tornado in my head. This is insomnia. All night, your thoughts are on the air. All night long, you’re thinking: Am I asleep? Have I slept?
Fight Club · Chuck Palahniuk
What it costs to be the last person in the room still disagreeing.
The truth isn’t a thing of fact, or reason. It’s simply what everyone agrees on.
Wicked · Gregory Maguire
How much of your character is just a container you were poured into?
We want to imagine that people are consistent, steady, stable. We define who they are, create descriptions to lock them on a page, divide them up by their likes, talents, beliefs. Then we pretend some—perhaps most—are better than we are, because they stick to their definitions, while we never quite fit ours. Truth is, people are as fluid as time is. We adapt to our situation like water in a strangely shaped jug, though it might take us a little while to ooze into all the little nooks. Because we adapt, we sometimes don’t recognize how twisted, uncomfortable, or downright wrong the container is that we’ve been told to inhabit.
Tress of the Emerald Sea · Brandon Sanderson
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