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تصبح الدمية عن غير قصد إرهابيًا مشتبهًا به في منشور بعد 11 سبتمبر بأستراليا. يتم مطاردتها وفي النهاية تستسلم لنفسها لمصيرها. لقد أصبح هذا الكتاب مملاً بعض الشيء ، ولكن تمتعت أيضًا بلحظات رائعة. تمكنت Flanagan من وضع القارئ داخل رأس الدمية مباشرةً.

كيف يكون الحب يفوق التوقعات ، في بعضها البعض ، والمظاهر ولكن جزءا لا يتجزأ من ونمت ، عندما وجدت حقا.

قصة جذابة من الفداء والمصالحة.

It's really cool when you're in 3rd grade, and your mom makes you read a book where literally everyone dies in the end. Thanks for that one mom.

This was a really good thriller...it reminded me of another one I'd read recently (where the doctor was "researching" enhancements and creating super-people by doing things in their brains), but only in the way of the villains - the rest of the story was completely different. It wasn't the type of book that I could guess what would happen next and definitely kept my interest all the way through. And I can not imagine the pain that the townspeople had to go through with these creeps. It's the type of story that makes you hope that things like this aren't really going on in the world.

Although it was a few months after starting when I finally finished this book, it's message still blew me away. I really think it's incredible that someone can have such an impact on another person's life that they would go through so much to make sure that they're better. I'm impressed by Mr. Lopez's patience with Mr. Ayers. That's something that people now-a-days don't have, I believe.

it took me a little while to get into what was going on, but once i did i couldn't put it down. i was looking for something different and as always mcsweeney's delivered just that.

Mildly funny. Might work best as a travel companion on the plane: pleasant and smooth enough for killing the time, yet not "ha ha" enough to make you laugh out loud.

First, the positives that I found in Junot Diaz's "The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao." Hands down, Diaz knows how to write a narrative voice that is compelling and funny. From page 1, I was hooked on the rhythm of the text and the way it sounded in my head. The Spanish that Diaz mixes in with his prose brought authenticity and flavor. Although I'm not a fluent speaker of the language, there is a discernible difference between calling someone a "hooker" versus a "puta" (the latter having that plosive punch behind it). I also liked the historical footnotes that Diaz peppered throughout the story. I read every one of them, and they made me want to read more about Dominican history–especially during the Trujillo regime. That said, I could see a reader skipping these footnotes entirely and still appreciating the context of the story. No small feat, this: Diaz commits some serious info-dumping while offering an out to those readers who would rather give it a pass. What didn't I like about this novel? Diaz does way (way way way way way) more telling than showing. Compelling as his narrators may be, they are very talky and always present. Rarely does the story dive into a character's feelings and thoughts and linger there so that you, the reader, can immerse yourself in these experiences. The majority of this novel is a play-by-play, spiked with cynical commentary and Dominican swagger that gets tiresome. Fine, I understand that Dominican men are sex machines and that Oscar represents an anomaly; I understood that the first time, and I definitely understand it now, on our fifth. Moving on? I also wondered how the narrators know about some of the details that they get into. For example, Oscar's final moments are described, yet the narrator doing so wasn't present for this event. Am I to assume that he's taken some license with this scene–and if so, only with this scene? Or should I just "go with it" as fiction, and leave it at that? Normally, I would take the latter route and enjoy the book for what it is. Yet Diaz has put so much emphasis on the narrative voices in this story that I can't help but ask, How? How do these people know what they're talking about? To sum up, "Oscar Wao" suffers from what I will call the "Snow Crash Effect:" the opening sixty pages are awesome, zesty, tough, and magnetic (who will ever forget the Deilverator?), while everything that follows is less powerful, and not as fun to read. Only, whereas Stephenson spun a complicated story that ultimately delivered an interesting premise, Diaz sticks with his narrators while maintaining a remove from the characters these voices are describing. No doubt, Diaz touches upon human stories that have enough edges to tear you up inside; if only he had dug down further and really plunged us deep into the steaming entrails of their history.