Two magicians shall appear in England. The first shall fear me; the second shall long to behold me The year is 1806. England is beleaguered by the long war with Napoleon, and centuries have passed since practical magicians faded into the nation's ...
past. But scholars of this glorious history discover that one remains: the reclusive Mr Norrell whose displays of magic send a thrill through the country. Proceeding to London, he raises a beautiful woman from the dead and summons an army of ghostly ships to terrify the French. Yet the cautious, fussy Norrell is challenged by the emergence of another magician: the brilliant novice Jonathan Strange. Young, handsome and daring, Strange is the very opposite of Norrell. So begins a dangerous battle between these two great men which overwhelms the one between England and France. And their own obsessions and secret dabblings with the dark arts are going to cause more trouble than they can imagine.
Sono triste. Perché ho finito di leggere questo bellissimo libro. Sono triste perché potevano essere tre libri ed invece è un solo lungo libro pieno di amore, amicizia, guerra e magia onorevole. Sono triste perché il re corvo è un personaggio
..." bellissimo e affascinante. Sono triste perché vorrei tanto essere uno strangita, ma in realtà sono molto più norrelliano. Sono triste, aiutatemi.Continua...Nascondi
mystery-thriller, historical-fiction, fantasy, debut, teh-brillianz, napoleonicRead in October, 2004David Bowie for the Man with Thistledown Hair!THISTLE DOWNWords by Jennie Joy.Music by T. Crampton1. "Dear little Fly-a-way, may I inquire,Whither
..."/> 1. "Dear little Fly-a-way, may I inquire, Whither so fast you are going? See not before you, the creek and the mire, What if the wind should stop blowing, You cannot curb in the windsteeds; and tho' Firm on their necks you're now lying, If they should pause once, away you would go Into the mud and lie dying.
2. "Wee, winsome trouble-heart, can you not see, Home on these windsteeds I'm going? There to sleep sweetly, 'till Spring calls to me? Then a fair flow'r I'll be growing, Tho' but a weak little waif I appear, Purposes wise I'm fulfiling, Nothing that God rules is hopeless, my dear, Speed then winds, blow if you're willing.
A good story hindered by a colossal number of footnotes.
This is a book that is both enjoyable and very frustrating due to the abundance of footnotes that have a tendency to run on longer than the the actual tale. Very disappointed that the author did not use her time to place condensed versions within
..." the work, instead of contriving these long wonded explanations that did not need explaining. My advice, forget the footnotes, just pass them by and read the story.Continua...Nascondi
Very, very slow paced in the first two-thirds of the book. The narrative is very discursive, which also takes time and patience getting used to. The pace picks up in the final part of the book, and finishes quite well. I'm glad that I finished the
..." book, though it will be some time before I read it again.Continua...Nascondi