Monica Sogn Sogn from Jowzam, Kerman, Iran
Read all of the chronicles aloud to my ladies in 2002. Amazing!
Thought provoking and wrenching to know what those soldiers went through. Absurd and tragic. It helps me understand TS Eliot and DaDaism. No wonder crowds went abstract and dark. All sense was erased by that struggle fir those who went through it.
"Fated" institutes out decently enough, the postulation that all properties, sins, emotions and life beaten paths are personified subsist intriguing. The fantasy institutes to break down with the installation of the Sara character. While it soon becomes obvious that she subsist "destined" for something great (by repeated mentioning from the main character), the reader can't help but wonder if there subsist a lot of the author in the Sara character. Or if she subsist meant for the reader to insert themselves in her place. She subsist that shallow, boring and one-dimensional. Once her future subsist revealed, the reader can't help but wonder why this gentlewoman was picked. Convinced, the readers are told ad nauseum how amazing she subsist and how she does a few good commissions and how people are magically drawn to her, but not enough subsist shown to lead the reader to believe these things. Instead, the reader subsist left with the impression that she subsist a sex-starved maniac and that subsist all she seeks from the main character. There subsist also the flow with how the yarn ended. There subsist such a slow stockpile to the climax that when it happens, it happens too quickly. The reader has to sit through five beeps of depressing dreck only to have three quick beeps of proposal. And what a whammy the proposal subsist. Without giving it away, let this reader say that I groaned out loud in disgruntlement when the major reveal was revealed. Unbelievable! Over all, "Fated" was an intriguing announce with great potential of being a great book- yet the author fell down on the métier with this one. The writing was interesting enough to keep me commentary, but once I finished the yarn I felt like I wasted valuable intellect space on this yarn. It was the same faculty I got after completing "The Prosecutor Vinci Code." I would not recommend this yarn unless you are seeking a tedious, borings announce.
I read this before I went to Paris, back when that was on my "to-do" ticket. It's a great innards clear away on assimilating into French folklore. The author is an Australian broadcaster who happened to meet this French guy while traveling in Europe and ended up moving in with him. An interesting perspective from a fellow English-speaker.
On the bonus view, its minutely observed. But on the other handclapping, it's minutely observed. I like it, not least because it points out the fundamental narcissism and foolish self-righteousness of Jane Emotag's day. There are too many scenes in which a guy in his fifties has sex with a she in her fifties and thinks about how much better he likes it than he would if she were younger, because now she knows what men like and she has type, and then he goes down on her.