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Book review: The Notebook by Agota Kristof I’m Reading a book called The Notebook (El Gran Cuaderno, Spanish title). I started last night and gave it up when I got half way through. At that time I was very tired, and this book deserves to be read paying full attention. I went to bed really stunned by the theme. The story is about the cruelty and is writing in a literary way. It’s by someone called Agota Kristof. She was born in Hungary on October,1935. At 21 years old, she moved to Switzerland, where she started learning French and written novels in that language. The first one was the Notebook. It haven’t too much pages (ninety or so, depend on the kind of edition or the size of the words). It has had a great impact and has been translated into many languages. It’s taken part of a trilogy. It has been built adding very short tales (two page more o less each one), which is good to think and take a breath before going into the next one. It has a twin’s life in it. Both of the children look at the cruelty of the world and they try to protect themselves training into the bad with an unemotional look. The writing style is nude, accurate, without adjectives. You run into the story through short phrases made of the right words. No feelings on it, anyone is attempting to explain us what is happening, Things just happen and no one can understand why the cruelty is. I find the book devastating and the great beauty. I advise it for readers who like good literature.
6 czerwca 2014
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Nigth and Stars (3) It poured all the night. The water was covering the floor. Both the bed and table look like fixed boats onto a lake. In the morning, when the rain stopped and we opened the door, we could see the people working, moving things around. The water rose up their knees. We stayed on the sidewalk looking at the flooding fields. We had to wait until the water level drops. It was so high that we were afraid of spending all the day there. But amazingly, in a few hours the floor was dry and we were able to leave the place.
23 maja 2014
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Night, stars and... Hi, Yesterday I wrote “put the package on the table”, sorry, I want to say the baggage. The room was too small. If we had left it on the floor, we would have jumped over it to go around the bed. I’m going to tell you why it was on the table, better than under. We had dinner into a circle of burning spirals to protect us from insects. The night was vibrant, and we stayed longer outside chatting, laughing and drinking some teas that our guide prepared in a ceremoniously way. The sky became dark. We couldn´t see the stars, not anymore. Suddenly a light flashed far away, after that, and strong and lazy noise (it took long time to sound) announced it was time to go bed. The storm was coming. Later everything happened very quickly. Before entering in the room, I felt a drop on my arm. Just after closing the door I could head the rain blowing the sidewalk beside the building. I was frightened lied on bed, thinking about lightning conductor, I knew that there was no one there, when I noticed the wet sheet. It was dropping in. The roof had more holes than the strainer used to the tea. To be continued Thank you for reading and correcting
21 maja 2014
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Night and stars Hi, It´s my second day and I’m just thinking about holidays. It doesn’t mean I want to leave Italki. The thing is that today I woke up remembering a strange night I lived in the middle of the nothing, felling the strong power of the nature. I was in Sub-Saharan Africa resting of my stressing working live. It was my first time out of Europe. We have been driving all the day by dusty trials. Before sunset we got accommodation in the only place you could find it in the surrounding. A row of rooms rised up the ground as a miracle. All of them have its own door and window. Indoor one bed for two people and one table to put the package on. Outdoor the night overfull of sparkling stars. Tomorrow I´ll tell you what happened
20 maja 2014
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My first time Hi, It´s my first time on this site. I have the intention of writing every days on this section, telling histories. I know about the difficult of being constant. Writing this message I´m felling under oath. I came back tomorrow
19 maja 2014
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