itibaren Zaczerlany, Polonya itibaren Zaczerlany, Polonya

Bu kitap bana kendi ölümlerimi düşündürdü. Kendi hayatımı takdir etmeyi düşündüm.

Bunu kısa öykülerin çoğunu okuduğum gibi okuyorum - hikaye dikkatimi çekmezse, yaklaşık 2 sayfadan sonra devam ediyorum. Bu kitapta bu çok sık olmadı. Hikayelerin çoğu hareket ediyordu ve birkaçı gerçekten perçinliyor. İyi yazma ve ilginç karakterler.

A gentle and thoughtful, very introspective look at the lives of cloistered nuns. This book did a beautiful job of bringing the spirituality through in a way rarely seen by those on the outside. Fantastic read.

i loved this book because it tells how he overcame drugs and drinking and how hes becoming the best plyer to ever play the game

I was disappointed by this book. It's not really the book's fault, though. It was decently written with an interesting plot and moderately well-developed characters. What disappointed me was the direction the series took. The first two books set up this fascinating world where the family members are either seeing their dead ancestors or schizophrenic. The mother is classic V.C. Andrews-style abusive, and I was looking forward to this story being fleshed out, having an explanation for the visions, seeing the repercussions of Baby Celeste growing up in that family, reading about the older Celeste's therapy after masquerading as a boy for many years, finding out what happened to Panther... None of that is in this book. Baby Celeste is a 17 year old orphan at the beginning of this book, and then she gets adopted by some creepy rich people who have secrets of their own (which don't have anything to do with Celeste). It's almost like an entirely different series. I don't care about this other family's weird crap. That's not why I picked up this book. The elder Celeste barely even makes an appearance in these pages and it's frustrating as hell. The series also ends here. Usually an Andrews series (before the ghostwriter ran out of outlines left by the real Virginia Andrews) featured 3 books about a girl, one about her daughter, then a prequel about the mother or grandmother. Yes, it's formulaic, but it works. It satisfies the reader. The fourth book wraps things up, then the fifth book explains how they got to be all messed up in the first place. There is enough information to make you care about these people. I'm just....this makes me sad is all. I feel like I could have done a better job finishing out the series myself, and that shouldn't be the case. I'm not an author and I don't pretend to be, so for me to say that....it's pretty crappy. However, none of that has anything to do with the book that is. The book as it exists is an entertaining read, I just expected better from this author.