Vicious
V.E. Schwab, 2013
Φαντασίας Επιστημονική φαντασίαΣύγχρονη πεζογραφίαΤρόμου
Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος και μελαγχολία. Μιλά για την ηθική, την εξουσία και την ταυτότητα.
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The moments that define lives aren’t always obvious. They don’t scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there’s no rope to duck under, no line to cross, no blood pact, no official letter on fancy paper. They aren’t always protracted, heavy with meaning. Between one sip and the next, Victor made the biggest mistake of his life, and it was made of nothing more than one line. Three small words."I’ll go first. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Vicious»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος και μελαγχολία. Μιλά για την ηθική, την εξουσία και την ταυτότητα.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Vicious»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Vicious», δοκίμασε «Watchmen» (Alan Moore), «The Nickel Boys» (Colson Whitehead) και «A Flicker in the Dark» (Stacy Willingham).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
All the futures a single building can quietly erase.
The boys could have been many things had they not been ruined by that place. Doctors who cured diseases or perform brain surgery, inventing shit that saves lives. Run for president. All those lost geniuses - sure not all of them were geniuses, Chickie Pete for example was not solving special relativity - but they had been denied even the simple pleasure of being ordinary. Hobbled and handicapped before the race even began, never figuring out how to be normal.
The Nickel Boys · Colson Whitehead
To confront true darkness is to risk becoming part of what you fear.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that, in the process, he does not become a monster. If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
A Flicker in the Dark · Stacy Willingham
When the primal needs of survival turn against your own humanity.
But being hungry was worse. Being hungry meant that he could smell things he didn’t want to smell—salt on skin; the overripe, sweet smell of blood exuding from the pores of strangers. It made him feel hungry and twisted up and utterly wrong. Hunching over, he jammed his fists into the pockets of his jacket and tried to breathe through his mouth.
City of Fallen Angels · Cassandra Clare
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