Marina Alonso
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in Spain
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September 2015
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"☆ 4.0
Schweblin tiene una gran capacidad para crear, mantener y disolver la tensión. Había pasado un rato desde que no leía un libro que me haya dejado con más preguntas que respuestas en el final y que aún así disfrutara." |
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Librera Sin Chaleco
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"Extraordinaria… y parece que no es lo mejor del autor.
Con una prosa reflexiva, morosa, compasiva, filosófica, bella en su sencillez, en capítulos que funcionan como relatos independientes, Selimović toma a una pareja de jubilados, Ivan Marić y Katar" Read more of this review » |
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"Me ha destrozado.
Me ha dejado hecho polvo. Me ha pasado por encima dejando un rastro de tristeza y melancolía. De cómo los seres humanos estamos dotados para hacer grandes cosas pero también dotados para hacer el MAL con mayúsculas. Está es una historia" Read more of this review » |
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"No es su novela más sorprendente en cuanto a giros finales pero si que me ha parecido la más divertida sin duda. Debbie me ha encantado y me ha hecho pasar muy buenos ratos.
Una lectura como siempre muy sencilla pero muy adictiva y efectiva. Ideal par" Read more of this review » |
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Me he resistido mucho tiempo porque no soy una gran aficionada a las biografías pero con tu comentario me han entrado aún más ganas 😊
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| Lo que más me ha gustado ha sido el dibujo, pero aunque la historia busca ser emotiva me ha costado meterme en ella y conectar con los personajes, y eso que soy una gran amante de los perros… | |
“We sit and talk,
quietly, with long lapses of silence
and I am aware of the stream
that has no language, coursing
beneath the quiet heaven of
your eyes
which has no speech”
― Paterson
quietly, with long lapses of silence
and I am aware of the stream
that has no language, coursing
beneath the quiet heaven of
your eyes
which has no speech”
― Paterson
“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Don't let the bastards grind you down.”
― The Handmaid’s Tale
― The Handmaid’s Tale
“may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile”
― E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile”
― E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems 1904-1962
“In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.”
― Stoner
― Stoner
“love is a joint experience between two persons—but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer.”
― The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories
― The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories




















































