Recenzie: ”Magonia” de Maria Dahvana Headley

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Detalii tehnice:

TIP COPERTĂ: FLEXICOVER
ISBN: 9786067930290
FORMAT: 13 X 20 CM
EDITURA: CORINT
AN APARIȚIE: 02/06/2016
NUMĂR PAGINI: 304
TRADUCERE: ROXANA OLTEANU

Descriere:

Colecția Leda Edge adaugă încă un volum desprins dintr-o lume fascinantă, creată special pentru segmentul young adult: Magonia de Maria Dahvana Headley.

Încă de când era mică, Aza suferă de o boală misterioasă de plamâni, din cauza căreia îi este tot mai greu să respire, să vorbească – să trăiască. Tot ce pot doctorii să facă e să îi dea medicamente și să spere că reușesc să o mențină în viață. Așa că atunci când Aza vede o corabie în cer, familia ei consideră că e vorba de un efect secundar nemilos al pastilelor. Dar Aza e sigură că nu e o halucinație. Poate să audă pe cineva de pe vas strigându-i numele.

Doar cel mai bun prieten al ei, Jason, o crede. Jason, care întotdeauna a fost alături de ea. Jason, pentru care ea ar putea avea niște sentimente mai mult decât prietenești. Dar înainte ca Aza să se gândească mai bine la asta, ceva groaznic se întâmpla.

Boala o doboară.

Aza pleacă din această lume. Și ajunge într-alta.

MAGONIA

Deasupra norilor, pe un tarâm al corabiilor, Aza nu mai este făptura slabă, pe moarte, de dinainte. În Magonia, ea poate respire pentru prima data. Mai mult, are o putere imensă, pe care o poate folosi pentru a schimba lumea. Căci Magonia și Pământul sunt în pragul războiului, iar soarta întregii omeniri stă în mâinile Azei – inclusiv soarta băiatului pe care îl iubește. Încotro se va îndrepta loialitatea ei?

Cartea poate fi achiziționată de pe site-ul librăriei Librex, căreia îi mulțumesc pentru copia pentru recenzie trimisă.

Recenzie:

Magonia. Dulce, frumoasa Magonia, pe care am vrut-o mult timp și pe care iată că în sfârșit am citit-o. O carte pe care, în general, am adorat-o, dar care uneori mi-a provocat niște sentimente nu tocmai plăcute. Însă este una dintre cele mai frumoase cărți pe care le-am citit și într-adevăr o recomand tuturor.

Ideea cărții este cât se poate de simplă. Fantezie, romance, acțiune, mii de ciudățenii, două personaje pe care ajungi să le îndrăgești cu ardoare și o poveste extrem de complexă. Un început extraordinar, un mijloc mai puțin drăguț și un final de zile mari.

Da, recunosc că nu mi-a plăcut mereu. Au fost momente în care nu înțelegeam nimic din ce se întâmplă, fantasmagoriile mă plictiseau și nu mai aveam răbdare până la final. Cu toate acestea, am citit fiecare cuvânt cu o bucurie și o sete incredibilă, pentru că, fără doar și poate, Magonia este cea mai frumos scrisă carte pe care am citit-o vreodată.

Romanul nu numai că este foarte bine scris, dar transmite o emoție incredibilă. Sentimentele practic dau pe dinafară, te cuprinde și te face să te cutremuri. Citind, pur și simplu simțeam fiori. Cuvintele lui Headley sunt atât de superbe, încât îmi este imposibil să le descriu. Așa ceva nu mai citisem niciodată în viața mea. Cuvinte care pur și simplu se trezesc la viață, care te trezesc la viață. Romanul acesta are o profunzime emoțională rar întâlnită; te face să simți, să gândești, să îți pui întrebări. Te face să vrei să ai și tu talentul de a scrie cuvinte atât de frumoase și emoționante. Și atât de unice, pentru că trebuie să mă credeți pe cuvânt când vă spun că eu nu am mai văzut carte scrisă în așa fel. Ușor ciudat, ce-i drept, dar de o frumusețe rară.

Emoția aceasta, însă, nu provine numai din scrisul autoarei, ci și din personaje și din poveste. Povestea, în special la început, transmite melancolie, frică de viitor, nostalgie și dor de casă. În același timp, are ceva optimist, care îți spune că niciodată nu este prea târziu pentru a îmbrățișa adevăratul tău sine. De asemenea, relația dintre Aza și Jason joacă un rol foarte important în aspectul sentimental al romanului. Prietenia foarte strânsă dintre ei și dragostea pe care o împart sunt bântuite de boala Azei și de ideea că totul se va termina prea devreme. Citind cartea, ai o senzație dulce-amăruie și nu poți să nu te întristezi datorită sfârșitului prea brusc al unei prietenii atât de frumoase.

Un alt atu al cărții sunt, fără doar și poate, personajele principale. Nici nu vă pot spune cât de tare i-am adorat pe Aza și pe Jason, mai ales la începutul cărții. Sunt bine conturați, originali, speciali, adorabil și este imposibil să nu îi îndrăgești. Mi-au plăcut la nebunie felul în care comunicau și legătura lor, pe care nici măcar o corabie din cer nu a putut-o distruge. Trebuie să recunosc că pe Jason l-am îndrăgit mult mai mult decât pe Aza, pentru că este mult mai uman și mi-a fost mai ușor să mă conectez cu el. În plus, capitolul 8 (nu vă pot spune despre ce este fără a vă oferi un spoiler major) este cel mai bun capitol pe care l-am citit vreodată în istoria capitolelor citite de mine.

Toate bune și frumoase, până am ajuns la parte fantasy. Adică la Magonia adevărată, cea cu păsări vorbitoare pe jumătate oameni, corăbii în cer, cântece magice și o idee mult prea ireală pentru mine.

Problema mea a fost intriga. Mi s-a părut total inexistentă până într-un punct, apoi complet haotică și după mult prea grăbită. Mi-a fost greu să înțeleg care este exact ideea intrigii, nu puteam ține pasul cu toate schimbările și nici nu îmi puteam da seama ce se întâmplă cu acțiunea, care mi s-a părut destul de greu de urmărit. În plus, deși ideea unei lumi nevăzute de noi în ceruri mi-a plăcut foarte mult, mi s-a părut absurdă și nu am putut crede în ea absolut deloc. Nu am înțeles cum funcționează Magonia, ideea de păsări pe jumătate oameni care cântă cântece magice a fost, pentru mine, absolut ireală și nu, nu mi-a plăcut deloc. Sfârșitul a mai salvat un pic situația, pentru că a avut o doză de acțiune explozibilă și m-a făcut curioasă să văd ce se va întâmpla în al doilea volum.

Una peste alta, Magonia este o carte pe care amatorii de fantasy și dramă trebuie să o citească. O voi recomanda, totuși tuturor pentru că scrisul Mariei Dahvana Headley este de o frumusețe incredibilă, personajele sunt incurabil de adorabile, iar profunzimea emoțională impresionează. Da, o carte care merită citită!

Notă: 4 stele din 5 

Am petrecut prea mulți ani acordând atenție tuturor lucrurilor, cu excepția faptului că timpul trecea pe nesimțite. Mijlocul poeziei îți spune să nu pierzi vremea cât ești în viață, ci să îi săruți pe oamenii pe care trebuie să îi săruți și să îi iubești pe oamenii pe care trebuie să îi iubești.

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Sapte pagini de Facebook care merita vizitate

In incercarea de a schimba un pic decorul, vreau sa vorbesc un pic despre cele sapte pagini de Facebook pe care eu le vizitez in fiecare zi. Cred ca merita sa le vizitati si voi, in special daca sunteti iubitori de citate sau iubitori de carti. Am sa va explic la fiecare pagina de ce apreciez pagina respectiva.

Vreau sa specific ca aceasta postare nu are scop publicitar. Pentru ca ador aceste pagini, vreau ca mai multa lume sa le viziteze si sa se bucuovie re cat mai mult de continutul minunat.

1. The Reading Room

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Sunt sigura ca daca sunteti utilizatori ai Facebook-ului si cititori inraiti stiti deja aceasta pagina. The Reading Room posteaza imagini si articole ce au legatura cu carti. Ca si cititor inrait, m-am regasit in multe dintre postarile lor si ador sa intru in fiecare zi, sa verific noile lor postari si update-uri. Daca vreti sa vizitati si voi aceasta pagina minunata, o puteti face cu un click aici.

2. Free.

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La descrierea paginii ‘Free.’, scrie ‘Personal blog’, asa ca imi este foarte clar ca pagina aceasta nu este facuta pentru ca administratorul sa castige bani. Urmarind continutul, am ajuns sa inteleg ca cel sau cea care detine pagina este pasionat de poezie, literatura buna si imagini vintage. La randumi fiind o mare admiratoare de vintage si poezie, ador sa intru in fiecare zi sa citesc noile postari si am multe imagini postate de ei salvate la mine in tableta. Am gasit cateva citate care ma reprezinta foarte bine si cred ca toata lumea ar trebui sa viziteze aceasta pagina, dand un click aici.

3. Word Porn

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Word Porn este o pagina care posteaza zilnic citate, in marea majoritate scrise de autori mari. Aceasta pagina abordeaza subiecte ca si povestile, cartile, citatele si viata in general. Daca va plac citatele, merita sa o vizitati aici.

4. Literatura is my Utopia

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‘`Literature is my Utopia” se ocupa cu literatura, asa cum cred ca ati inteles deja dupa titlu. Ca si pe pagina ‘The Reading Room’, pe aceasta pagina puteti gasi cam tot ce vreti despre carti, scris, literatura si… cuvinte, in general. Este o pagina potrivita pentru toti cititorii. Puteti arunca un ochi aici.

5. Movie Quotes

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Dupa cum bine stiti, imi plac filmele. Imi plac, de asemenea, si citatele din film, in special in care sunt din filmele mele preferate. Daca pagini despre literatura si carti am gasit, trebuia sa gasesc si o pagina despre filme. Si nu orice pagina, ci una mai speciala. Am gasit aceasta pagina in “Movie Quotes”, o pagina care posteaza citate din filme. Am gasit cateva filme foarte bune din cauza paginii acesteia si chiar imi place sa intru si sa vad ce au mai postat. O puteti verifica aici.

6. Tumblr

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Nu ma refer la site-ul tumblr, si la o pagina de Facebook numita ‘tumblr’, care posteaza update-uri si postari in genul celor de pe tumblr. Cred ca pagina aceasta este mult mai potrivita adolescentilor, pentru ca adminitratorii posteaza intamplari din viata lor, probleme si nelamuriri pe care le au si cred ca adolescentii se pot regasi in postarile lor. O puteti vizita aici.

7. Born to die

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Din nou, Born to Die este o pagina mai mult pentru adolescenti. Imi plac mult postarile lor pentru ca sunt vintage si uneori mai… dark. ‘Born to die’ este o pagina care merita vizitata, cu siguranta. O puteti vizita cu un simplu click aici.

O alta pagina pe care merita sa o vizitati este…Bianca2b. Nu m-am putut abtine. 😀 Daca vreti sa stiti ce fac in fiecare zi, ce mai citesc, ce filme mai vad si daca vreti sa vorbim mai usor, o puteti face vizitand pagina de Facebook a blogului.

Acestea sunt paginile de Facebook pe care eu le vizitez foarte des. Daca aveti alte pagini pe care vreti sa mi le recomandati, chiar va rog sa o faceti. 🙂

 

 

Citite in carti! (18)

De vreme ce ieri dimineata am terminat una dintre noile carti de care sunt dependenta, m-am gandit ca in seara asta sa va arat cateva dintre citatele mele preferate. Este vorba despre primul volum din seria “Mara Dyer” de Michelle Hodkin, adica “The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer”.

Am inceput cartea in weekend si ieri dimineata am termiant-o. A fost geniala si pentru ca a fost atat de buna, a trebuit sa ma apuc si de cartea a doua. Trebuie sa scriu recenzia la prima carte acum, dar pana sa fac asta, vreau sa va arat cateva dintre citatele mele preferate din aceasta carte superba. Si oh, ce greu a fost sa aleg numai cateva dintre toate citatele pe care le-am pastrat din acest volum!

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  • “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
    I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. “I would kiss you back.”
  • “Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.”
  • “You’re the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You’re the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog, who makes my chest ache whether you’re wearing green silk or ripped jeans. You’re the girl that I–” Noah stopped, then took a step closer to me. “You are my girl.”
  • “Have you kissed many boys before?” he asked quietly.
    His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. “Boys? That’s an assumption.”
    Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. “Girls, then?”
    “No.”
    “Not many girls? Or not many boys?”
    “Neither,” I said. Let him make of that what he would.
    “How many?”
    “Why—”
    “I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?”
    My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. “One.”
    At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn’t asking. Maybe I didn’t mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah’s five o’ clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.
    “He was doing it wrong.”
  • You could start a fire with the heat between you two.”
    “You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”
  • “In my rush, I hadn’t tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me.
    He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn’t care.
    “There,” he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. “Now you won’t fall.”
    Too late.”
  • “What could I say? Noah, despite you being an asshole, or maybe because of it, I’d like to rip off your clothes and have your babies.”
  • “I hate you,” I muttered.
    Noah smiled wider. “I know.”
  • “You’re supposed to say, ‘All I want is your happiness. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'”
    “Sorry,” Noah said. “I’m just not that big of a person.”
  • “I was warned about you, you know.”
    And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, “But you’re here anyway.”
  • “That mouth. Smoking was a bad habit, yes. But he looked so good doing it.”
  • “Where are you going?”
    “My God, you’re like the plague.”
    “A masterfully crafted, powerfully understated, and epic parable of timeless moral resonance? Why, thank you. That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me,” he said.
    “The disease, Noah. Not the book.”
    “I’m ignoring that qualification.”
  • “Why do you always look like you just rolled out of bed?’
    ‘Because usually I have.’ And the way he raised his eye-brow at me made me blush.
    ‘Classy,’ I said.”
  • “Mara, I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. And when you’re ready for me to show you,” he said, brushing my hair to the side, “I’m going to kiss you.” His thumb grazed my ear and his hand curved around my neck. He leaned me backward and my eyes fluttered closed. I breathed in the scent of him as he leaned in and kissed the hollow under my ear. My pulse raced under his lips.
    “And I won’t settle for anything less.”
  • “Let me guess. A certain unkempt bastard with a panty-dropping smile?”

 

Gata, gata, ma opreasc! Pana la urma, trebuie sa va mai las si voua cate ceva de citit in momentul in care veti vrea sa cititi cartea, (moment care sper sa fie cat mai aproape), nu?

Daca aceste citate nu v-au convins sa cititi cartea, sper ca recenzia mea (care este va drum) sa va convinga.

Citite in carti! (17)

Asa cum spuneam in recenzia cartii “The Book Thief” , autorul cartii are un scris genial, iar metaforele pe care le foloseste creaza niste citate absolut superbe. La mine, cam toata cartea este subliniata, pentru ca gaseam cate un citat pe care vroiam sa il pastrez la fiecare pagina. Astazi m-am hotarat sa selectez cateva citatele cele mai indragite de catre mine si sa le impartasesc cu voi. Mi-am facut singura viata grea, pentru ca a alege numai cateva citate dintr-o carte plina de frumuseti este practic imposibil.

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”

“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

 

“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”

“I am haunted by humans.”

“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”

“Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.”

“A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”

“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer–it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”

“A small but noteworthy note. I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.”

“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”

“My heart is so tired.”

“The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.”

“Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.”

“I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.”

“Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.”

“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.”

“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this.”

“She took a step and didn’t want to take any more, but she did.”

“Of course, I’m being rude. I’m spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don’t have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It’s the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.”

“…one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.”

“Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.”

 

Absolut toate citatele imi plac la nebunie. Insa citatul meu preferat este acesta:

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“Look at my bruises.”

Stiti ce vreau sa fac acum? Vreau sa iau cartea de pe raft si sa ma apuc din nou de ea. I’ll never get over it, I’m sure of it. Si daca acest citate nu v-au convins sa cititi cartea, atunci nu stiu ce v-ar putea convinge. Seriously. You have to read it.

 

 

 

 

Citite in carti! (16)

Asa cum va spuneam dimineata in recenzia cartii “Love Letters to the Dead”, am gasit foarte multe citate superba in cartea mai sus mentionata. De multe ori, nu este suficienta numai o recenzie pentru a va convinge sa cititi o carte, asa ca m-am hotarat sa fac o selectie intre toate citatele pe care le-am notat in carnetel. Desi mi-a fost foarte greu sa nu va las toate citatele din carte, spun eu ca am reusit sa le aleg pe cele mai frumoasa. 🙂

Doamnelor si domnilor, ‘Love Letters to the Dead’ de Ava Dellaira:

 “I think a lot of people want to be someone, but we are scared that if we try, we won’t be as good as everyone imagines we could be.”

“And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to be just a character, going whichever way the story says. It’s knowing you could be the author instead.”

“You can be noble and brave and beautiful and still find yourself falling.”

“You think you know someone, but that person always changes, and you keep changing, too. I understood it suddenly, how that’s what being alive means. Our own invisible plates shifting inside of our bodies, beginning to align into the people we are going to become.”

“There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language,” she said. “That’s one of the reasons that we have poetry.”

“When we are in love, we are both completely in danger and completely saved.”

“But we aren’t transparent. If we want someone to know us, we have to tell them stuff.”

“There’s more to life than being a passenger.”

“She walked like she belonged in a better world.”

“So maybe when we can say things, when we can write the words, when we can express how it feels, we aren’t so helpless.”

“I mean, words can’t be good enough for a lot of things. But, you know, I guess we have to try.”

“Truth is beautiful, no matter what the truth is. Even if it’s scary or bad. It is beauty simply because it’s true. And truth is bright. Truth makes you more you.”

“You learned right away that applause sounds like love.”

“Judy, I read that you said your first memory was music. Music that fills up a home. And one day, suddenly the music could escape through a window. For the rest of your life, you had to chase it.”

“Nirvana means freedom. Freedom from suffering. I guess some people would say that death is just that. So, congratulations on being free, I guess. The rest of us are still here, grappling with all that’s been torn up.”

“I know that it can be hard to believe that someone loves you if you are afraid of being yourself, or if you are not exactly sure who you are. It can be hard to believe that someone won’t leave.”

“I think that by beauty, you don’t just mean something that’s pretty. You mean something that makes us human.”

“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel, or not to feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to — letting a person be what he really is.”

“I feel like I am drowning in memories. Everything is too bright.”

“The house felt haunted, like only I understood the way all of our shadows, the ones we’d left, had seeped into the wood and stained it.”

“The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind.”

“Maybe when we can tell the stories, however bad they are, we don’t belong to them anymore. They become ours. And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to just be a character, going whichever way the story sys. It’s knowing that you could be the author instead.”

“We do things sometimes because we feel so much inside of us, and we don’t notice how it affects somebody else.”

“We are each weird in a different way, but together, that’s actually normal.”

 

‘Abtine-te, Bianca, Abtine-te!’

Nu cred ca va imaginati cat de mult imi plac aceste citate. Mai mai ca m-as apuca din  nou de carte.

Ce parere aveti? Va surade cartea? 🙂

Citite in carti (17)

A trecut multa vreme de cand nu v-am mai oferit citatele mele preferate dintr-o anumita carte. Stiu. Insa cum weekend-ul asta este relativ liber (ultimul inainte sa incep conservatorul) m-am hotarat sa va arat ce citate mi-au intrat la inima din una dintre cartile mele preferate. Puteti ghici despre ce carte este vorba? Oh, haideti.

Gabriel’s inferno de Sylvain Reynard! N-a fost asa de greu, nu?

Sunt multe citate si mi-a fost greu sa aleg, dar a meritat efortul. Sylvain are un stil atat de poetic si de frumos, incat nu ma pot abtine sa nu ma minunez de fiecare data cand citesc ceva scris de el. Dar hai, gata cu vorbaria. Sa trecem la treaba.

“Kindness is never wasted.”

“Look at me. Look into my eyes.” His eyes fixed on hers as they fluttered open.
“I’ll give you anything. My body, my soul. Take them. Take everything.”

“When I am an old man and I can remember nothing else, I will remember this moment. The first time my eyes beheld an angel in the flesh. “I will remember your body and your eyes, your beautiful face and breasts, your curves and this.” He traced his hand around her navel before dragging it lightly to the top of her lower curls. “I will remember your scent and your touch and how it felt to love you. But most of all, I will remember how it felt to gaze at true beauty, both inside and out. For you are fair, my beloved, in soul and in body, generous of spirit and generous of heart. And I will never see anything this side of heaven more beautiful than you.”

“I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.”

“If I have a soul, it’s yours.”

“I want you forever, not just for tonight.”

“All believers are hypocrites because none of us live up to our beliefs.”

“How long did you want me to stay?”
“Forever.”

“You blossom under kindness, don’t you? Like a rose.”

“I found my hope when I found you.”

“For the rest of my life, I’ll dream of hearing your voice breathe my name.”

“Bad things happen to everyone. Not that this was an excuse or a justification for wronging another human being. Still, all humans had this shared experience — that of suffering. No human being left this world without shedding a tear, or feeling pain, or wading into the sea of sorrow.”

“I’m sorry you don’t want to know me anymore. I will spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I wasted my second chance to know you. And I will always be conscious of your absence.”

“We need to see with our hearts and not our eyes.”

“For if you truly believe that kindness is never wasted, you have to hold tightly to that belief even when the kindness is thrown back in your face.”

“Facilis descensus Averni,” he whispered, his ominous and preternatural words striking her very soul. “The descent to Hell is easy.”

“I will remember your scent and your touch and how it felt to love you. But most of all, I will remember how it felt to gaze at true beauty, both inside and out. For you are fair, my beloved, in soul and in body, generous of spirit and generous of heart. And I will never see anything this side of heaven more beautiful than you.”

Gata, Bianca, opreste-te!

Uf, e atat de greu sa ma opresc! Imi vine sa iau cartea si sa v-o dau la toti, sa va bucurati toti de ea. Dar in primul rand, vreau sa o recitesc eu. Din pacate, nu pot. Am recitit cam multe carti anul asta si am multe, multe carti noi de citit.

Deci. Cum vi se pare? Asa-i ca Sylvain e un autor extraordinar de talentat! My my, ii iubesc cartile, dar si scrisul!

Care este citatul vostru favorit? Al meu este, cu siguranta, acesta:

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#30DaysBookChallenge -Ziua 9: Citatul preferat din cartea ta preferata

Se apropie scoala, pentru mine a inceput azi anul oficial cu o repetitie, cititul continua, ploile continua. La fel si provocarea Alexandrei, care a ajuns la ziua a noua. YAY!

De data asta, Alexandra ne-a facut misiunea aproape imposibila. Se presupune ca trebuie sa postam citatul preferat din cartea preferata. Dar asta e imposibil, pentru ca, la fel cum nu am o singura carte preferata, nu am nici un singur citat preferat. Asa ca, la fel ca si Alexandra, voi posta cate un citat din fiecare carte preferata. Nu stiu cate carti preferate, dar voi incerca sa fac o selectie si sa pastrez numai cele mai preferate carti. Ei, si uite ca am inventat o expresie.

Ordinea este aleatorie.

1.Din “The fault in our stars” de John Green, cel mai mult mi-a placut citatul acesta:

“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.” – Pentru ca mi se potriveste si este superb. Vreau chiar sa mi-l tatuez undeva unde sa il pot vedea numai eu.

2. Ei, asta e mult mai greu! “The sea of Tranquility” este, cu siguranta cartea mea preferata si as vrea sa va dau cate un citat din fiecare capitol, dar nu pot. Asa ca am sa-l aleg pe cel care mi-a placut cel mai mult acum, uitandu-ma pe GoodReads.

“I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.”

3. La fel e si cu seria “Shatter me”, dar m-am hotarat sa aleg ceva din ‘Ignite me’ si OMG, ce greu e! Chiar ca nu stiu. Sa spunem ca asta imi place cel mai mult:

“And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.”

4. Cel mai frumos citat din “Virtuosity” de Jessica Martinez este acesta:

“The violin wasn’t alive. It wasn’t a baby or an animal, not living.
But that would be easier to believe if I hadn’t felt it breathe and sing.”

5. Gabriel din ‘Gabriel’s Inferno’ a spus si el niste vorbe frumoase:

 “I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.”

Gata, 5! Va promit ca va voi mai da si alte citate din cartile mele preferate, dar alta data. Nu vreau sa va plictisesc si mi-e foame de mor, iar pastele sunt gata!

Nu uitati! #30DaysBookChallenge si #TalesOfABookaholic. Ah da, si #Bianca2b.

Citite in carti (16)

O carte care imi va ramane mereu in minte – “Before I go to sleep” de SJ Watson. Daca ati uitat cat de mult mi-a placut, puteti citi recenzia aici. Astazi, pentru ca e duminica, zic sa o luam mai usor si sa ne delectam cu cateva dintre citatele mele preferate din carte. 🙂

“What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”

“We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.”

“It’s so difficult, isn’t it? To see what’s going on when you’re in the absolute middle of something? It’s only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.”

“I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”

“I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d fought for you. I was weak and stupid.”

“With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.”

“Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.”

“I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I had ever wanted to be. We lay in silence for a while, holding each other, our skin merging, our breathing synchronized. I felt as if silence might allow the moment to last for ever, which would still not be enough.”

“This is dying everyday. Over and over.”

Nothing feels real, everything invented. Even myself.

“I could think of nothing, nothing to say, nothing to feel. My mind was empty.”

“I wonder what I would find if I could go back and decipher the layers, if it were possible to delve into my past that way, but realize that, even if it were possible, it would be futile.”

“Kiss me, Ben,” I said. “Properly.”

Cineva sa ma opreasca! Daca ar fi dupa mine, v-as cumpara la fiecare cartea si v-as impune sa o cititi! Asa de geniala e! 🙂

Ce parere aveti? Cititi cartea dupa toate aceste citate? :>

 

Citite in carti! (15)

Ieri am terminat una dintre cele mai bune carti pe care le-am citit anul asta, si pentru ca azi nu mai am rabdarea necesara sa ii scriu recenzia, dar totusi vreau sa va fac sa o puneti pe lista, am sa va arat citatele mele preferate din ‘Forgive me, Leonard Peacock’.

Sunt multe, pentru ca romanul lui Matthew Quick este plin de citate frumoase, reale, despre viata, adolescenti si nu numai. E o carte plina de mesaje si opinii si teorii despre oameni si despre viata.

So, here we go! 🙂

“You’re different. And I’m different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.” 

 ‘Don’t do it. Don’t go to that job you hate. Do something you love today. Ride a roller
coaster. Swim in the ocean naked. Go to the airport and get on the next flight to anywhere just for the fun of it. Maybe stop a spinning globe with your finger and then plan a trip to that very spot; even if it’s in the middle of the ocean you can go by boat. Eat some type of ethnic food you’ve never even
heard of. Stop a stranger and ask her to explain her greatest fears and her secret hopes and aspirations in detail and then tell her you care because she is a human being. Sit down on the sidewalk and make pictures with colorful chalk. Close your eyes and try to see the world with your nose—allow smells
to be your vision. Catch up on your sleep. Call an old friend you haven’t seen in years. Roll up your pant legs and walk into the sea. See a foreign film. Feed squirrels. Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. Just don’t go back to thatmiserable place you go every day. Show me it’s possible to be an adult and also be happy. Please. This is a free country. You don’t have to keep doing this if you don’t want to. You can do anything you want. Be anyone you want. That’s what they tell us at school, but if you keep getting on that train and going to the place you hate I’m going to start thinking the people at school are liars like the Nazis who told the Jews they were just being relocated to work factories. Don’t do that to us. Tell us the truth. If adulthood is working some death-camp job you hate for the rest of your life, divorcing your secretly criminal husband, being disappointed in your son, being stressed and miserable, and dating a poser and pretending he’s a hero when he’s really a lousy person and anyone can tell that just by shaking his slimy hand — if it doesn’t get any better, I need to know right now. Just tell me. Spare me from some awful fucking fate. Please.” 

“I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.” 

“There’s a lot for you to live for. Good things are definitely in your future, Leonard. I’m sure of it. You have no idea how many interesting people you’ll meet after high school’s over. Your life partner, your best friend, the most wonderful person you’ll ever know is sitting in some high school right now waiting to graduate and walk into your life – maybe even feeling all the same things you are, maybe even wondering about you, hoping that you’re strong enough to make it to the future where you’ll meet.” 

“That’s basically the mantra of Herr Silverman’s teaching – think for yourself and do what’s right for you, but let others do the same.” 

“Did you ever think about all of the nights you lived through and can’t remember The ones that were so mundane your brain just didn’t bother to record them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of nights come and go without being preserved by our memory. Does that ever freak you out? Like maybe your mind recorded all of the wrong nights?” 

“The bullies are always popular.
Why?
People love power.” 

“So the key is doing something that sets you apart forever in the minds of regular people.
Something that matters.” 

“But it makes me laugh every time because I don’t wear and of that name-brand crap, don’t play or follow popular sports at all, and wouldn’t be found dead wearing our shitty school mascot. I’m not a follower. Not a joiner. I’m not even on Facebook.” 

“And I understood why he didn’t need friends or to be accepted at our shitty racist high school, because he had his music, and that was so much better than anything we had to offer.” 

 

“Although once when we were talking after class, Herr Silverman told me that when someone rises up and holds himself to a higher standard, even when doing so benefits others, average people resent it, mostly because they’re not strong enough to do the same.” 

“You believe in the future now. It’s easy for you, because you love the present.” 

When people have awful ideas about your identity, that’s just the way it will stay no matter what you do.” 

“I can tell you get it — you’re different. And I know how hard being different can be. But I also know how powerful a weapon being different can be. How the world needs such weapons. Gandhi was different. All great people are. And unique people such as you and me need to seek out other unique people who understand — so we don’t get too lonely and end up where you did tonight.” 

“You think someone is really important and different, but then you get to know them and it ruins everything.” 

Cineva sa ma opreaaaasca!! Daca ar fi sa va dau, intr-adevar, fiecare citat pe care l-am gasit in cartea asta si care mi-a placut, mi-ar lua zile intregi si cred ca ar fi ilegal sa va dau toata cartea. :))

Cititi cartea asta. Nici n-aveti idee cat puteti gasi in ea! 🙂

Citite in carti! (14)

Cum saptamana trecuta am citit ‘Hopeless’ de Colleen Hoover si am gasit o tona de citate pe care trebuie neaparat sa vi le impartasesc, azi m-am hotarat sa fac tocmai asta. Numai ca imi este extrem de greu de ales pe care sa le postez, pentru ca sunt atat de multe, incat v-ar lua toata ziua. Plus, nu vreau sa va dezvalui toata cartea. :))

“The sky is always beautiful.Even when it’s dark or rainy or cloudy,it’s still beautiful to look at….it’ll be there no matter what…and I know it’ll always be beautiful.” 

 “It’s real, Six. You can’t get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It’s the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.” 

“The moment my lips touch yours, it will be your first kiss. Because if you’ve never felt anything when someone’s kissed you, then no one’s ever really kissed you. Not the way I plan on kissing you.” 

“I live you, Sky,” he says against my lips. “I live you so much.” 

“You don’t deserve words, Sky. You deserve actions.” 

“Sky, I’m not kissing you tonight but believe me when I tell you, I’ve never wanted to kiss a girl more. So stop thinking I’m not attracted to you because you have no idea just how much I am. You can hold my hand, you can run your fingers through my hair, you can straddle me while I feed you spaghetti, but you are not getting kissed tonight. And probably not tomorrow, either. I need this. I need to know for sure that you’re feeling every single thing that I’m feeling the moment my lips touch yours. Because I want your first kiss to be the best first kiss in the history of first kisses.” 

“You wanted to lick my face the first time you saw me? Is that usually what you do when you’re attracted to guys?” 

I shake my head. “Not your face, your dimple. And no. You’re the only guy I’ve ever had the urge to lick.” 

He smiles at me confidently. “Good. Because you’re the only girl I’ve ever had the urge to love.” 

“Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.” 

“And while I could sit here and feel sorry for myself, wondering why all of this happened to me..I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to wish for a perfect life. The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before you were knocked down. I’m choosing to stand taller. I’ll probably get kicked down a few more times before this life is through with me, but I can guarantee you I’ll never stay on the ground.” 

“Breckin, this is Holder. Holder is not my boyfriend, but if I catch him trying to break the record for best first kiss with another girl, then he’ll soon be my not breathing non-boyfriend.” 

“I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me.” 

“When I touch you, I’m touching you because I want to make you happy. When I kiss you, I’m kissing you because you have the most incredible mouth I’ve ever seen and you know I can’t not kiss it. And when I make love to you—I’m doing exactly that. I’m making love to you because I’m in love with you.” 

Opriti-maaaaaaaa!! Mi-ar placea sa va dau toate citatele alea pe care le-am subliniat si mi-ar placea sa pot sa citesc cartea asta in continuu!