Milena Brichesi Brichesi itibaren Bahadırlı Köyü, Kıraç Mahallesi, 80750 Bahadırlı Köyü/Kadirli/Osmaniye, Türkiye
Bu kitabı beğenmedim, yolda yaptığı şeylerin bir günlüğü, ilk iki kez yapamadım ve sonra nihayet bir anti-iklim karmakarışıklığına geldim
Affetme ve kabul hakkında harika bir kitap. Oogy'nin hikayesini ve köpek yavrusu olarak aldığı korkunç tedaviden tüm insanları nasıl tutmadıklarını okumak harikaydı.
eğlenceli ve kolay okunabilen bir klasik. bugün hala bu kadar alakalı olan birçok tema. vonnegut'un tüm kitaplarını okumak için sabırsızlanıyorum.
Devrim (1783) arasındaki yılların kısa bir tarihi ile başlıyor, Anayasanın 1812 Savaşı'na yol açan faktörlere dönüştürülmesi. Savaşın büyük savaşlarının özetini bir araya getirmemek ve sonra gerçekten kısa " 1815'ten 1860'a kadar büyük oyuncuları aldıkları için bir sonraki adımda ne yaptılar "bölümü. Bu önemli bir çatışmanın en bariz çizilmesidir ve bu kitap çok fazla ayrıntıdan yoksun - ama" neden ".
My dad gave me this book when I suggested that we work on a proposal to create a local natural history museum. It was written in the 80s and in that annoying self-helpy author tone that gets on my nerves. However, it provided a good outline for a basic business plan and I have sketched out three different business plans already.
This book is so depressing and harrowing, but it's a worthwhile read.
I found this book very disturbing. Humbert was a self involved fool who used a 13 yr old for his own purposes and was delusional about it.
Eye opening, though he has a clear agenda.
Elie Wiesel’s autobiographical account of his experiences in the Nazi concentration camps during World War II. When Wiesel’s friend and mentor, Moishe the Beadle, was loaded into a cattle car with other foreign Jews in Hungary, the local citizenry said that it was the natural result of war, giving the event little importance. When Moishe returned, having escaped the Nazis, telling stories of terror – children being used for target practice, Jews being forced to dig their own graves – he was dismissed as a lunatic. Wiesel’s family had the means to flee for safety, but not the ability to see the necessity. The story that follows is tragic and gruesome. I would also like to say it is unparalleled, but we’ll get to that in a moment. Fifteen-year-old Wiesel and his family remained in Hungary and as any student of history would guess they ended up being shipped off to the concentration camps in Germany. The story follows him on the cattle cars of trains, open to the winter weather, through marches in the snow, to Auschwitz and then to Buchenwald. As they arrive at the camps, one can almost hear the current residents asking for news. How’s the war going? Is help coming? Has anyone out there heard of Auschwitz? Of Buchenwald? If you’re hoping for some higher purpose, or inspirational meaning you won’t find it here. Wiesel tells this story with absolute brutal honesty, including his own descent into depravity. The horrors of the concentration camp drive away his faith in God. He finds his hunger and will to survive is in conflict with his obligation to preserve and protect his own father. He speaks candidly of his shame that he might feel relief from this obligation should his father succumb and pass away. In his role as a writer, telling his difficult story, Wiesel sees himself as a spokesperson for his people, working to tell the story of what happened to the Jews in Germany. He expresses concern in the introduction about whether he is able to find the right words. It would be difficult to argue that he fails - the narrative is poignant and horrifying in its candor and brevity. One need only look to the more recent events in Yugoslavia, Rwanda, and Darfur to know that his message is still relevant, and not a mere history. Hopefully as people hear such things, they do not disregard what they hear as Moishe was disregarded in Weisel's boyhood town, losing their opportunity to take action. Note: This review is not specific to this edition. I read this story out of this book: The Night Trilogy: Night, Dawn, Day