Ashita Achuthan Achuthan من عند Gilnahirk, Belfast, Castlereagh BT5، المملكة المتحدة
آخر شيء أحتاجه حقًا هو كتاب آخر ، لكنني أخذته كإشارة من الله لالتقاطه في رف لأخذ كتاب ، لأن آخر كتابين قرأته كان لهما أساطير حضرية فيها كجزء من المؤامرة. أتحقق بانتظام من موقع snopes الإلكتروني للاطلاع على جميع تحذيرات البريد الإلكتروني "Scare of the day" التي أرسلتها من الأصدقاء قبل إرسالها إلى الآخرين.
اعجبني هذا كل شيء ... كان جيدًا ، لكن ليس رائعًا. يستحق القراءة ، على الأرجح. أياً كان ما يمكنني قوله أو لا أستطيع قوله ، كنت أقرأ النهاية اليوم وجعلني أفتقد محطة القطار الخاصة بي ... لم أكن حتى أستمع إلى أي بود ، وفجأة كنت في منتصف الطريق إلى المحطة التالية ، لذلك أعتقد أنني كنت منغمسين جداً. قادمة من قراءة عصر الماس ، وجدت أنه أكثر كسورًا بشكل عام ، لكنه بالتأكيد انتهى بشكل أكثر تحديدًا ، وهو زائد. كان هناك أيضا اقتباس رائع ، فقط بضع صفحات من النهاية "لا تحكي القصة بأكملها. تذكر ذلك. لا شيء على الإطلاق ..." أعجبني هذا.
I had a hard tome putting this book down. I loved Jack and Ma and wanted to hold them, rescue them and keep them safe. With some heartbreaking and heart pounding moments the author keeps your attention even though much of the book takes place in an 11 by 11 foot room. For a thought provoking read, put yourself in "Room".
an ok, slow paced story that seems much more modern than it actually is...
Was very well written and would have loved to give it a higher rating, but for the lots of foul language. I did a lot of skipping.
I was checking in this title for the patron and by the cover, I thought/said, "oh, this looks like something I would like! How was it, what did you think?" The patron thought a moment with an odd look on his face and then said, "It was.... Weird." "Weird?" I repeated, enthused, still thinking this sounded like my kind of oddball thing. He hesitated, then said, "Yeah..." in that long, drawn out and hesitating sort of way. So of course I had to give it a go, and I check the back cover and see that my Author-God Neil Gaiman commented on it so now I REALLY must read it. And....? It's...... Weird. I have only tenuously kept reading, all the while unsure and yet strangely captivated. I told myself I've kept reading because I had a hunch about "who-dunnit" and I felt vested to see if I was right. Well, I am, but now I'm reaching the very end, and I must stick around now to see if the ribbon around this odd little package will be neatly tied into a bow, if it will be jumbled into a knot, or left dangling to become another odd story that nibbles at me from time to time. I dare say that if Merricat were real it is very likely she would find this an object worthy of being buried. You'll have to read it for yourself to see what I truly mean by that...