In York in the early 1800s, a society of magicians meet to read each other long, dull papers upon the history of English magic. In their opinion, there are no practising magicians left in the country of England. Little do they know that they are ...
soon to encounter the reclusive Mr Norrell of Hurtfew Abbey, who will cause the stone statues of the Cathedral of York to speak and dance - and a beautiful young woman to be raised from the dead. Mr Norrell goes to London, persuaded that he must make his gifts available to the government in its war against Napoleon. He swiftly becomes a man of influence and distinction, only to be threatened by the appearance of Jonathan Strange, a charming and rich young man with sardonic eyebrows and an extraordinary talent for magic. It is a talent that will take Jonathan Strange to the very edges of darkness, where lurks the shadowy figure of the Raven King, a human child taken by the fairies in ancient times, who became the most legendary magician of all Elegant, witty and utterly compelling, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell creates a past world of great mystery and beauty that will hold the reader in thrall until the last page.It is an astonishing achievement.
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