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نظرًا للعنوان ، فإنه لا يمثل امتدادًا كبيرًا لمعرفة ما يدور حوله هذا الكتاب. بعد قراءة المقدمة ، فكرت في وضع هذا الكتاب لأسفل منذ ذكر المحرر أنها لا تهتم كثيراً بالجنس الفموي. لقد كان قليلا من الجدل لكنني قررت الاستمرار. أنا سعيد لأنني فعلت ذلك لأن كل قصة عرضت شيئًا ما - وكلها كانت مكتوبة جيدًا وتم اختيارها - لكن القصص التي استمتعت بها أكثر من غيرها هي "علاج لوظيفة اللسان" من إعداد توماس س. روش ؛ "المطر تحقق" من قبل الزمرد و "الانسكاب" من قبل أليسون تايلر.

استيقظت كريستين وأدركت أنها يجب أن تكون في حالة سكر حقًا في الليلة السابقة ، لأنها في السرير مع رجل أكبر سناً بكثير لا تستطيع تذكر اجتماعها في غرفة نوم لم ترها من قبل. بعد أن خرجت إلى الحمام ، نظرت إلى المرآة وتدرك أن حامل مخمور في إحدى الليالي هو أقل ما يقلقها ، حيث يبدو أنها تبلغ من العمر 20 عامًا تقريبًا! تدرك ببطء أنها كانت تفعل هذا كل صباح بسبب جزء كبير من حياتها. بينما تنام كريستين ، يتم إعادة تعيين ذاكرتها. منذ حدث صادم في ماضيها ، كانت هكذا يرويها زوجها بن ، وهو يبذل قصارى جهده كل يوم لمساعدتها على العيش بشكل يومي. تتباين كمية الذكريات طويلة المدى التي تتمتع بها يوميًا ، مما يجعل من الصعب الحكم على مقدار ما يجب عليه ألا يخبرها به. لكن كريستين بدأت ببطء في اكتساب المزيد من الذكريات - ذكريات لا يمكن أن تفهمها ، وبدأت تتساءل عن من كانت وماذا حدث لها بالفعل ومن يمكن أن تثق به. أحببت هذا الكتاب ، لقد كان يمسح منذ البداية - أحد أفضل القصص المثيرة التي قرأتها منذ فترة. على الرغم من أنه لا يوجد الكثير من الإحساس بـ "العمل" ، إلا أن الخطوط المرسومة تقع على طول الخط ، حيث تجرها. الرعب والارتباك المطلقان اللذان تمر به كريستين كل يوم ، في محاولة لتقييد الشظايا المكسورة في حياتها ، تشعر بالواقعية. الذكريات هي التي تجعلنا من نحن ، فهي تشكل حياتنا وأفعالنا وقراراتنا. إن فكرة عدم تذكر من أنا وماذا فعلت أو من الناس من حولي يخيفني من الجحيم. أخذ هذا الكتاب هذا الخوف ولعبه إلى أقصى حدوده. مثيرة للاهتمام ، مخيفة وفريدة من نوعها تماما - أحببته! سوف يصنع فيلمًا رائعًا (يبدو أن ريدلي سكوت حصل على الحقوق) - على الرغم من أنك إذا قرأت الكتاب ، فقد تدمره ، مع العلم بالنتيجة!

After hearing endless plaudits about Sons and Lovers (1913), I got incurably curious and decided to read the book. By midway, I was getting a little disappointed that it was not holding me as magically as expected. And that’s not to mean the book’s boring really. Far be it from me to impugn the skillfulness of D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930), who some critics have called the greatest English writer. But I feel this book’s weakened by the rootlessness of its plot. I couldn’t figure out who drives the book. Is it Walter Morel, the hardworking coal miner who puts in the best he can for his family but is least appreciated? Is it his resolute little wife, Gertrude that’s as difficult to please? Is it their excessively handsome first son, William, whose early promise is obstructed by his dull-witted girlfriend before death finally snuffs out his young life? Is it their sensitive last son, Paul, struggling to divide his love between three women: the intricate Miriam Leivers, the busty Clara Dawes and his jealous mother? Everyone in the Walter Morel household, around which the 474-page volume revolves, is a protagonist and antagonist in one way or the other. Therein is the uniqueness of this sensual novel. To be admired also is the lucidity and sincerity with which Lawrence captures the loves and frustrations of ordinary working-class life, giving us new perspective in human behaviour. Love’s gone out of the Morel homestead except for that of a mother for her children. Basically life offers little fulfilment, and some resentment sneaks on in the hearts of the children who find their father irritable. He finds solace in work and the bottle while Gertrude escapes from the claustrophobic home by talking to Paul, who in turn finds release in painting. William goes to the dances, and Arthur lives recklessly, eventually joining the army. Throughout, the restlessness and listlessness of the main characters heightens the tension, bespeaking of the complex relationships among the sexes. After the death of his mother, Paul finally, determinedly, extricates himself from his attachment to Miriam, and quickly walks “towards the city’s gold phosphorescence,” symbolic of a new life ahead; a life devoid of the mistakes and failures of his parents. Sons and Lovers was turned into film in 1960, which I must watch to fully appreciate the merits of Lawrence’s first major novel.

I picked up Confessions of an Economic Hit Man at the behest of a friend who was reading it and found it interesting. Not good, interesting. I put it down for about a year-- and then in an attempt to get Becky to stop yelling at me, I finished it to get it off my "currently reading" list. John Perkins "autobiography" can fall somewhere along two extremes: 1) a Lone Voice of Truth in a Really Fucked Up World; 2) a Melodramatic Conspiracy Theorist with a Hyper-inflated Ego. Arguments for both are rampant on the web (and apparently this book did quite well when it came out), but I will base my arguments below on an arbitrary combination of the text and my brain. Points for Lone Voice of Truth in a Really Fucked Up World: - Alarming Premise: If this is even a little bit true, then we're all going straight to hell. If nothing else, it makes us reconsider everything we hold to be true about international aid. That being said, the premises he asserts are not necessarily ones I believe in. - Decent data citation: Though I believe Perkins is being ... selective ... with the data he presents, he does cite admirably well throughout the book. If only I were interested enough to actually follow through with these references... Total: 2 Points for Melodramatic Conspiracy Theorist with a Hyper-inflated Ego: - Forest Gump Syndrome: If Perkins is to be believed, he is the Real Forest Gump. Happy face logo? been there, done that. Shrimp boat? yeah. he was there first. I find it hard to believe that one man has met all of these people-- and my threshold for personal achievement and networking prowess is much higher than the average bear. - James Bond Syndrome: Perkins loves the cloak and dagger shit. In fact, the way he self promotes himself (the beautiful women, the money, the intellectual validation by people smarter than him) points to someone who is so obsessive with making his story look cool that he embellishes liberally. Liberally. - Mother Theresa Syndrome: Dude. This guy's stomach-churning remorse gets old. It feels like an apology for everything he did (and probably is). But more than that, it's the kind of bleeding heart justification from a millionaire who has enough money to be moral. I find it hopelessly lacks perspective and is annoying as hell to boot. - Coincidence: Either he is blessed with the most narratively significant life, or he's making shit up. The Afghan on the street after 9-11 who greets him and becomes his friend? Yeah buddy. That's too much. - The most annoying literary style of all time: Read it. You'll understand. Perkins' literary style is so disgustingly lush and overwrought that it reads like Eat Pray Love (not that I've ever opened that book--so more accurately how I'd perceive it to read). I could believe him more if he spent less time being a novelist. It smacks of someone who likes to embellish at the expense of data and facts. Points: 5 Melodramatic Conspiracy Theorist with a Hyper-inflated Ego wins. That being said, I'd love to discuss this book with someone. So if you read it, let me know.

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