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Hungary Books
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The Door (Paperback)
by (shelved 319 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.10 — 34,490 ratings — published 1987
Embers (Paperback)
by (shelved 215 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.99 — 42,655 ratings — published 1942
Satantango (Hardcover)
by (shelved 160 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.14 — 10,573 ratings — published 1985
The Melancholy of Resistance (Paperback)
by (shelved 143 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.15 — 5,659 ratings — published 1989
Fatelessness (Paperback)
by (shelved 132 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.09 — 13,247 ratings — published 1975
Journey by Moonlight (Paperback)
by (shelved 117 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.22 — 10,663 ratings — published 1937
The Invisible Bridge (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 110 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.18 — 53,885 ratings — published 2010
Abigail (Paperback)
by (shelved 104 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.33 — 9,546 ratings — published 1970
Trilogia della città di K. (Paperback)
by (shelved 88 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.40 — 41,151 ratings — published 1991
They Were Counted (Paperback)
by (shelved 79 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.20 — 1,491 ratings — published 1934
Skylark (Paperback)
by (shelved 76 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.86 — 3,316 ratings — published 1924
Iza's Ballad (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 69 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.32 — 4,989 ratings — published 1963
War & War (Paperback)
by (shelved 58 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.11 — 2,692 ratings — published 1999
خیابان کاتالین (Paperback)
by (shelved 57 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.13 — 3,927 ratings — published 1969
The Paul Street Boys (Paperback)
by (shelved 50 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.17 — 23,787 ratings — published 1906
La herencia de Eszter (Paperback)
by (shelved 43 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.71 — 5,181 ratings — published 1939
Le grand cahier (Pocket Book)
by (shelved 42 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.17 — 15,646 ratings — published 1986
Seiobo There Below (Paperback)
by (shelved 42 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.27 — 1,736 ratings — published 2008
A Book of Memories (Paperback)
by (shelved 40 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.06 — 656 ratings — published 1986
Kornél Esti (Paperback)
by (shelved 39 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.20 — 2,392 ratings — published 1924
The Idiot (Hardcover)
by (shelved 39 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.64 — 104,643 ratings — published 2017
Metropole (Paperback)
by (shelved 39 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.51 — 3,586 ratings — published 1970
The Pendragon Legend (Paperback)
by (shelved 39 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.99 — 3,247 ratings — published 1934
The World Goes On (Hardcover)
by (shelved 38 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.79 — 1,005 ratings — published 2013
Kaddish for an Unborn Child (Paperback)
by (shelved 38 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.80 — 2,036 ratings — published 1990
La mujer justa (Paperback)
by (shelved 38 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.03 — 8,407 ratings — published 1941
Darkness at Noon (Mass Market Paperback)
by (shelved 36 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.12 — 33,314 ratings — published 1940
Sunflower (Paperback)
by (shelved 35 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.72 — 532 ratings — published 1918
Budapest Noir (Paperback)
by (shelved 34 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.63 — 1,442 ratings — published 2008
Eclipse of the Crescent Moon (Hardcover)
by (shelved 33 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.79 — 2,939 ratings — published 1899
The Historian (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 33 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.80 — 275,017 ratings — published 2005
Celestial Harmonies (Hardcover)
by (shelved 33 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.86 — 674 ratings — published 2003
Baron Wenckheim's Homecoming (Hardcover)
by (shelved 32 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.18 — 1,305 ratings — published 2016
The Last Wolf / Herman (Hardcover)
by (shelved 32 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.98 — 1,611 ratings — published 2016
Anna Édes (Paperback)
by (shelved 30 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.88 — 3,736 ratings — published 1926
Dracula (Paperback)
by (shelved 30 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.02 — 1,440,963 ratings — published 1897
A Journey Round My Skull (Paperback)
by (shelved 30 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.13 — 1,858 ratings — published 1936
Under the Frog (Paperback)
by (shelved 30 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.95 — 2,095 ratings — published 1993
The Fawn (Hardcover)
by (shelved 28 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.16 — 2,931 ratings — published 1959
Prague (Paperback)
by (shelved 28 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.06 — 4,051 ratings — published 2002
Ballad of the Whiskey Robber: A True Story of Bank Heists, Ice Hockey, Transylvanian Pelt Smuggling, Moonlighting Detectives, and Broken Hearts (Paperback)
by (shelved 28 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.01 — 5,636 ratings — published 2004
Csardas (Hardcover)
by (shelved 26 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.18 — 1,111 ratings — published 1975
In the Darkroom (Hardcover)
by (shelved 25 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.92 — 4,171 ratings — published 2016
The Good Master (Paperback)
by (shelved 25 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.14 — 4,791 ratings — published 1935
The Hungarians: A Thousand Years of Victory in Defeat (Paperback)
by (shelved 25 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.80 — 332 ratings — published 1999
Niki: The Story of a Dog (Paperback)
by (shelved 24 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.85 — 327 ratings — published 1956
Twelve Days: The Story of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution (Hardcover)
by (shelved 24 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.22 — 584 ratings — published 2006
A Mountain to the North, a Lake to the South, Paths to the West, a River to the East (Paperback)
by (shelved 23 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.80 — 1,398 ratings — published 2003
Budapest: Between East and West (Hardcover)
by (shelved 23 times as hungary)
avg rating 4.30 — 735 ratings — published 2022
The Burning of the World: A Memoir of 1914 (Paperback)
by (shelved 23 times as hungary)
avg rating 3.86 — 515 ratings — published 2014
“We were watching videos at night on her Samsung tablet or my company iPad. She showed me the Silvano Agosti 1983 Italian interview with a little Italian boy called “D'Amore si vive, We Live of Love.” The boy was so cute, and his thoughts seemed similar to mine and Martina's. I was so deeply in love with her. The boy on the interview was just like what our own child would be, and we agreed and laughed. “We Live of Love.” What a coincidence! Living. By: Love. I knew the interview from before and she was surprised at how I knew about it. I showed her on my Instagram a picture of the boy I had recently taken a screenshot of and posted. With the subtitle at the right moment under his face: “Descubrir a la vida.” To discover life. Together. With his one and only girlfriend, as the boy explains.
I told her multiple times that I was still unsure if she was real, or if it was all a dream; if I had only dreamed of her one night in the dark; if Pinto and I had invented her in my mind.
She was a big fan of space, but I thought she liked the mystery behind the endless space with all its questions and secrets for us humans. I thought she liked the sky and space because she recently flew from Argentina to land in my arms.
Martina and I were obsessed with Chris Rock and Eddie Murphy; we both knew all their stand-up comedies by heart. We kept replaying the best moments or faces that Chris or Eddie made. We had so much fun watching the same videos over and over that I couldn't believe it. Nobody else ever found the same moments or the same stand-ups as funny as Martina and I did. Nobody before or after found it so amusing. If I showed it to someone, they didn't understand why I was so excited about it or why racist jokes were so funny for an hour from one black comedian to the next. We were obsessed the way Eddie spoke about the „Zebra-Bitch of her dreams, her dream-wife who doesn’t know the concept of money”, saying “she should have an afro, like Angela Davis goes 'God damn it.'“ We were laughing so much. Sometimes I tickled her flat belly or her ribs and she was laughing so sweetly and so much that she couldn't stop. She was begging me to stop tickling her when I barely touched her. She said “No, no, no, no” so many times so quickly and cutely that I had to stop and kiss her; I couldn't resist her lips or her person, I had to kiss and hug her.
We laughed so much at particular parts of Chris Rock's stand-up comedies that we could barely stop, almost as if we were tickling each other. We were laughing when Chris Rock was mocking Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony for singing ‘Welfare chariots’ such as „The First of the Month” or when he explained that the government hates rappers, but „only the good rappers get gunned down. They could find Saddam Hussein in a cave in Iraq but couldn't arrest anyone related to Tupac Shakur’s assassination, which didn't happen in a cave in Iraq but in Las Vegas, on the Strip, not one of those side streets, but in front of Circus Circus, after a Mike Tyson fight. Now how many witnesses do you need, to arrest somebody?”
We were fascinated with Eddie Murphy, Charlie Murphy, and Chris Rock, but when I showed her Richard Prior, Doug Stanhope, Aries Spears, or George Carlin, she was no longer so impressed for some reason.
Her favorite part perhaps was when Chris Rock talked about love and relationships. He said that „you never really been in love unless you have contemplated murder; unless you have practiced your alibi in front of the mirror, staring at a can of rat poison for 45 minutes straight, you haven't been in love. And the only thing preventing you from killing your significant other was an episode of CSI.” He said that relationships are hard and that in order for them to work, both people need to have the same focus, which is all about: her.”
―
I told her multiple times that I was still unsure if she was real, or if it was all a dream; if I had only dreamed of her one night in the dark; if Pinto and I had invented her in my mind.
She was a big fan of space, but I thought she liked the mystery behind the endless space with all its questions and secrets for us humans. I thought she liked the sky and space because she recently flew from Argentina to land in my arms.
Martina and I were obsessed with Chris Rock and Eddie Murphy; we both knew all their stand-up comedies by heart. We kept replaying the best moments or faces that Chris or Eddie made. We had so much fun watching the same videos over and over that I couldn't believe it. Nobody else ever found the same moments or the same stand-ups as funny as Martina and I did. Nobody before or after found it so amusing. If I showed it to someone, they didn't understand why I was so excited about it or why racist jokes were so funny for an hour from one black comedian to the next. We were obsessed the way Eddie spoke about the „Zebra-Bitch of her dreams, her dream-wife who doesn’t know the concept of money”, saying “she should have an afro, like Angela Davis goes 'God damn it.'“ We were laughing so much. Sometimes I tickled her flat belly or her ribs and she was laughing so sweetly and so much that she couldn't stop. She was begging me to stop tickling her when I barely touched her. She said “No, no, no, no” so many times so quickly and cutely that I had to stop and kiss her; I couldn't resist her lips or her person, I had to kiss and hug her.
We laughed so much at particular parts of Chris Rock's stand-up comedies that we could barely stop, almost as if we were tickling each other. We were laughing when Chris Rock was mocking Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony for singing ‘Welfare chariots’ such as „The First of the Month” or when he explained that the government hates rappers, but „only the good rappers get gunned down. They could find Saddam Hussein in a cave in Iraq but couldn't arrest anyone related to Tupac Shakur’s assassination, which didn't happen in a cave in Iraq but in Las Vegas, on the Strip, not one of those side streets, but in front of Circus Circus, after a Mike Tyson fight. Now how many witnesses do you need, to arrest somebody?”
We were fascinated with Eddie Murphy, Charlie Murphy, and Chris Rock, but when I showed her Richard Prior, Doug Stanhope, Aries Spears, or George Carlin, she was no longer so impressed for some reason.
Her favorite part perhaps was when Chris Rock talked about love and relationships. He said that „you never really been in love unless you have contemplated murder; unless you have practiced your alibi in front of the mirror, staring at a can of rat poison for 45 minutes straight, you haven't been in love. And the only thing preventing you from killing your significant other was an episode of CSI.” He said that relationships are hard and that in order for them to work, both people need to have the same focus, which is all about: her.”
―
“O Danúbio, pensei, era o Danúbio mas não era azul, era amarelo, a cidade toda era amarela, os telhados, o asfalto, os parques, engraçado isso, uma cidade amarela, eu pensava que Budapeste fosse cinzenta, mas Budapeste era amarela.”
― Budapeste
― Budapeste












