Laina Saccone Saccone itibaren Calverton, Milton Keynes, Milton Keynes MK19, İngiltere
Bu kitap hızla taşındı. Aynı zamanda Baltimore sokaklarında büyüyen Wes Moore adında 2 genç adamı anlatıyor. Biri Rodos alimi olur ve biri hapishanede ömür boyu hapis cezasına çarptırılır. Johns Hopkins'ten mezun olan Wes Moore "diğer Wes Moore" u araştırdı ve bu kitabı hayatlarını ve onları başarılı bir hayata veya hapishaneye götüren seçenek ve koşulları karşılaştırmak ve karşılaştırmak için yazdı. Sonuç olarak, bazı eğitim ve kaynaklara sahip güçlü bir anne. Bu fark yaratabilir.
Unlike Kate LeComte, I had never heard of a trebuchet. Wikipedia once more to the rescue, but especially also a You Tube clip from an old Nova (PBS) episode, wherein a large siege engine (possibly similar to Warwolf?) was built and tested. Very scary. Not perhaps as scary as some of the characters in Warwolf, a story of the darkest stripe. Several comments have been made about the amount of blood ---- certainly true, but I appreciate the fact that most of the violence occurred "off-stage." Yes, the reader sees the gruesome results of the acts of violence, but at least he or she is not subjected to the gratuitous details while they are being committed. I don't know why that makes a difference to me, but it does. As always, Pearson's prose and characterizations are of the highest order. The darkly comic and ironic portrayal of certain aspects of American life is brutal and provoking, but not inaccurate, I believe. And, of course, it's the best novel I've ever read featuring a trebuchet.
I loved, loved, loved this book! I think I read it in no time at all. In two sittings of about six hours total, I finished the book. I just couldn't put it down. The chemistry between the two main characters just sucked me right in. Awesome!
I think you can skip the book and just read this article from The Guardian: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2005/... The article is more eloquent, more poignant and shorter. I liked this bit: "I saw a review on Amazon once, somebody had written, 'She doesn't understand her subject'. And I thought, 'Well, surely that's the point?'" She sighs. This middle section of "Touching from a Distance" dragged for me. Lots of arguing about carrying amps at gigs. I hate it when Northern-types bang on about London. Just do your thing and that's fine! If you're happy and having fun, there's no reason to whinge about it!: "Londoners finally realized that perhaps their city was no longer the centre of the Universe as they had previously thought," and then "It put Manchester at the centre of what was happening in the music business and slated Londoners for their smug complacency." Okay, but you're happy, right? Just relax! "My sister Jill had a friend who worked looking after the teeth of people in institutions and Ian loved to hear of patients with extra breasts along the nipple line. A simple harmless deformity would fire his imagination." I really don't understand this. Is "extra breasts along the nipple line" a teeth thing? An extra nipple could be described as "a simple harmless deformity", but I'm not sure why a dentist would know about this. Is an extra breast "a simple harmless deformity"? It must be quite emotionally involved to have three tits. I'm too scared to Google "extra breasts along the nipple line". I'm so confused. This edition has Ian's lyrics, so you can discover that, whilst Deborah spells realised with a "z", Ian opted for an "s". Interesting...