I haven’t written for such a long time….all summer…
Can’t believe summer is almost over already, the days are getting longer and the weather colder…and here we are….going through the biggest changes any of us has ever felt or lived, trying to adapt, living in fear, looking suspisciously at our friends and family, going on with lives that are far from normal and believing or wanting to believe that everything is going to be alright….it’s not….will not!
Meanwhile we put on our masks and wash our hands as if that could save us from dying as if that would be normal as if that would allow us to keep on living our lives as before….
Sorry…can’t look at this situation and say we will learn from it as human beings …say that we will get stronger…I can only feel this is just the beginning and once the economy will go down the gutter and as soon as people won’t be able to put food on the table….then is when things will get even uglier.
I wish I could talk about when this situation passes…when everything will be back to normal….but I can’t cause I am not sure if that will ever happen…
I dont even know where to start…I’ve just finished reading this book…this crazy, amazing, different book. Let’s see if I can organize my thoughts…this book is like no other, it is a book about books, about stories and tales and unbelievable and nonexistent things and places. I love reading and if I lived alone I would have a reading corner in every room in my house…I do have a few though…this book describes a place like the best reading corner…like everything in that place is there for you to sit down comfortably and just read.
The plot is rich and complicated and impossible…it’s intricated and twisted but at the same time it’s magical and wonderful and cozy. I love the fact that it doesn’t follow a timeline…one moment you are reading about Zac (the main character) and the next chapter is a tale that seems it has nothing to do with the story…ohhh but it does…everything has it’s place and time in this book you just have to be patient enough to find out.
I love the references to other books, to videogames…to stories in general. Daily life and things as food or clothing are just there…easy to get….at your fingertips just like when you are lucky enough to spend a day reading and you just sit on your favorite spot in your pijamas and you just eat take away or junk food….because the really important thing is to read!
There are so many things I love about this book but mainly I love the way it loves and values stories…the unique way it drags you out of the convencional to submerge you into a sea of honey or magic doors and lost keys…
There’s a warning though…..it’s not a book for everybody!
ok so…last week I finished this book called “The ninth house” by Leigh Bardugo and my experience was not good. From the beginning the book was slow-paced, full of confusing names, streets, buildings, dates, characters from the past and present, some meaningful for the story others not so much. Sometimes it seemed I was reading a history book, and I do hate those!
I didn’t stop reading because I like this author specially her previous saga of the Ghrisha and because I don’t like giving up on books but….and that is a big BUT, it was dificult to go on…
I must say though that it gets better towards the end, the author manages to make the story go faster, the characters finally seem to make sense and it’s like watching a dough becoming a cake.
It’s sort of strange the way reading a book can become an experience with so many nuances of feeling…almost as a relationship.
i feel sad. i’ve just finished reading the nevernight trilogy and i feel empty as when you have to say goodbye at an airport and you know deep inside you will never see that friend or lover again….a feeling of longing… of emptiness…that’s how a good book makes me feel when i finish it….i miss it already….it’s like nothing will ever fill that hole again…nothing is gonna be good enough to fill that void…
“i shall miss it when it’s gone.
but to live in the hearts of those we leave behind is to never die. and to burn in the memories of our friends is to never say goodbye….”
I suppose everybody who has been through a war, a plague or an extreme situation has had the same feeling as I do right now…I look out of my window to an empty world and I just can’t believe I’m living this surreal situation. It’s like a movie…It feels like a movie…sounds like a movie…but it’s my life I’m living…nobody else’s.
The streets are empty. There’s no traffic, no people….only silence….suddenly…in a couple of days our entire life has changed…has been altered…is controlled….is submersed in a deep distrust.
a fortnight of silence has started…of distance…of fear…of masks and gloves and appreenshion….and screens…
It seems like lately we quantify everything in our world. The number of friends we have are counted on social media, the number of hours we sleep is measured through our smart watches, the amount of likes make us more famous and we use an app to count the number of books we read. Now that is something I don’t understand maybe because reading for me has always been a pleasure. I stuck my head into a different world and live the lives of the different characters everytime I start a new book and I enjoy with it ….every step of the way…so…what’s the rush? Maybe I’m too old to understand but reading challenges seem all wrong to me…adding stress to such a beautiful part of my life is something I don’t need….but then again….maybe this is something new that I’m too old to understand….