"Juliet, Naked" is bestselling author Nick Hornby's moving, funny account of life's second chances. Annie's put fifteen years into safe, slightly obsessive Duncan, and now she's like her money back, please. It's time to move on. But she lives in ...
Gooleness, the north's answer to a question nobody asked. Is she really going to find real, proper, fell-it-deep-down-in-your-boots love on a damp and windy seafront? Or perhaps she should follow her heart and pursue Tucker, the reclusive American rock star, who keeps emailing her his smart advice. But between Annie and her second chance lie a few obstacles. There's Malcolm, the world's most judgemental therapist, and Barnesy, the north's most extrovert dancer. There's what men and women will do and won't do for love. And, of course, there's Tucker...Hilarious and tender, this bestselling novel will move you in ways both profound and surprising. It's Nick Hornby at his brilliant best. If you like David Nicholls, David Sedaris and Jonathan Coe you will love this book. "Hornby's best novel to date". ("Spectator"). "Sharply funny, touching". ("Daily Telegraph"). "Pitch-perfect". ("Observer"). Nick Hornby has captivated readers and achieved wide critical acclaim for his comic, well-observed novels "About a Boy", "How to be Good", "A Long Way Down" (shortlisted for the Whitbread Award), "Slam" and "High Fidelity". His three works of non-fiction, "31 Songs" (shortlisted for the National Book Critics Circle Award), "Fever Pitch" (winner of the William Hill Sports Book of the Year Award) and "The Complete Polysyllabic Spree" are also available from Penguin.
Nobody was so big a loser that he didn't even have a story about losing
It could be a story about anyone doing nothing but living... still extremely interesting.I loved the writing style: ironic, not pretentious, contemporary.True, there will be better books but as Annie would say:' It's not about better, Tucker. You
..." better, Tucker. You speak to him. For him. He connects. You plug right into a very complicated-looking socket in his back. I don't know why, but you do."Continua...Nascondi
Vuelve el autor de Alta Fidelidad con su narrativa muy reconocible que es lo que lo hace tan atractivo. No llega al sumum de aquella pero la novela se devora, con ese humor agridulce tan típico de Hornby. La temática musical siempre lo hace
"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I know that... that love is supposed to be transformative". [...] "And that's how I'm trying to look at it. There. Bang. I've been transformed, and however it happened it doesn't matter. You can go or stay, and
... it will still have happened. So I've been trying to look at you as a metaphor or something. But it doesn't work. The terribly inconvenient fact is that, without you around, everything slides back to how it was before. It can't do otherwise. And I have to say, books haven't helped much with all this. Because whenever you read anything about love, whenever anyone tries to define it, there's always a state or an abstract noun, and I try to think of it like that. But actually, love is... Well, it's just you. And when you go, it's gone. Nothing abstract about it."Continua...Nascondi
It was OK, Duncan thought, that he and Annie had never been in love. Theirs had been ad arranged marriage, and it had functioned perfectly well. friends had matched up their interests and temperaments carefully, and they'd got it right. He had never
... once felt itchy, in the way that two connecting pieces of a jigsaw never felt itchy, as far as one could tell. If one were to imagine, for the sake of argument, that jigsaw pieces had thoughts and feelings, then it was possible to imagine them saying to themselves, "I'm going to stay here. Where else should I go?". And if another jigsaw piece came along, offering its tabs and blanks enticingly in an attempt to lure one of the pieces away, it would be easy to resist temptation. "Look," the object of the seducer's admiration would say, "You're a bit of a telephone box, and I'm the face of Mary, Queen of Scots. We just wouldn't look right together." And that would be that. He was now beginning to wonder whether the jigsaw was the correct metaphor for relationships between men and women after all. It didn't take account of the sheer bloody-mindedness of human beings, their determination to affix themselves to another even if they didn't fit. They didn't care about jutting off at weird angles, and they didn't care about telephone boxes and Mary, Queen of Scots. They were motivated not by seamless and sensible matching, but by eyes, mouths, smiles, minds, breasts and chests and bottom, wit, kindness, charm, romantic history and all sorts of other things that made straight edges impossible to achieve.Continua...Nascondi