Poetry is tough. I wouldn't be so bold as to recommend this to anyone without knowing them intimately first. However, if you're looking for a modern day naturalist and appreciate strong animalistic metaphors, Mary Oliver is your woman. I first heard about her from my Aunt, who lives on Cape Cod, Mary's residence. She sent me The Journey when I was just begining to find my adult legs. I have since passed it to one person when they needed it most (or maybe when I needed them to read it the most). Even if you aren't in the mood for her whole book, read this poem. It will make an impact, I promise.
This is the book that started me reading, reading for pleasure, up until that point I had thought of reading as a chore.
I was interested in this book for the novelty of such different ideologies finding not only common ground, but love. As I read the book, although I had identified more with Carville, I began respecting Matalin for her courage and fortitude breaking ground in a previously man's domain. Reading her honest report of insecurities was reassuring that maybe I could show weakness and still be a strong, intelligent, and independent woman.
This book grabbed me from the beginning. Yes it was a little hard to always understand the French locations or sayings. But it was such a wonderfully told story that I was able to push through and make it work. We've heard so many stories of concentration camps in Germany and what went on there. I learned so much about the goings on in France that I never knew about, but made me want to learn more. Such a tragic time for all.
This book is hilarious. I will probably read it again.
i have a signed copy :)
Love the character design that went in to this movie! Beautiful paintings and sketches.
Originally posted on At Home Between the Pages I enjoyed everything about this book. I loved how Maggie created such strong relationships between the riders and the water horses, how the capaill uisce (pronounced CAPall ISHka) seemed so tangible, how the important parts were the horses and the races and the relationships. I especially loved how the romance wasn’t in your face. I was worried when I was a little over halfway through the book and there was still no sign of romance (I love the romance in novels). But then I realized: the romance isn’t what’s important. Those things I mentioned before are. But then you see that the romance is there, it just isn’t in-your-face obvious. And that’s because it’s so real. It’s none of that insta-love, no starcrossed lovers, nor overcoming evil overlords together. It’s real life. They meet. They get to know one another. They get that flutter in their stomachs when they think of the other... And so on. It’s just so realistic and I loved that. Puck and Sean were both marvellous characters. It was great to see both of them grow throughout the book. I know Maggie loves writing characters that grow and change throughout the story, and I definitely believe she accomplished this with Puck and Sean. Puck definitely has to be one of the strongest female characters I know. She’s brave and strong and so many things I admire. And Sean was already a responsible adult to begin with, but the way his priorities and his heart shift and change throughout the course of the book was great to watch. I don’t know how many good things I can say about this book, but I know it’ll never be enough to fully express how amazing this book truly is. It has secured a safe place at the top of my favourite reads of all time, and I know I will be rereading this in the near future.
Naipaul is ultimately more cynical and derisive than he is revealing, and this book is a prime example. At best, there some kind of enchantment you experience when he lines the words up just right, but more often you wonder why he bothers at all since everything is so screwed. Perhaps my discontent with this work has to do with my understanding of (or hope for) the human condition. This book allows little of that really, except for the peculiar speech included at the end where he weighs in on the "universal civilization" as it deems it, while never truly defining it. My interpretation is that this is 'Western civilisation' in its most tolerant of manifestations. What a wholly unsatisfying addendum, which raise more questions about the author's loyalty to American and British publishers, that it answers or postulates about just about anything. I suppose it doesn't help that in person he happens to be supremely disagreeable and arrogant and apparently believes that his work, as with all literature is "not for children" as he informed an initially eager audience of high-school students during a recent visit to his homeland, Trinidad and Tobago.
My friend's dad had this book when it first came out (1984) and I remember thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. I never saw it anywhere after that. Until a few years ago, that is. I found it on ebay and bought it immediately. Best $10 ever.