Everything Is Illuminated 12c Ppk - Jonathan Safran Foer

Pagri2007

Wrote 12/24/16

Illeggibile

A pagina 35 ho gettato la spugna decidendo di non seguire oltre le farneticazioni dell'autore. Stile - usando un eufemismo - a dir poco discutibile. Senza capo né coda. L'avesse scritto un mio amico magari con qualche problema personale gli avrei sug...Continua

Jaahbaba

Wrote 9/14/15

http://jaahbabainrabbithole.blogspot.fr/2015/09/everything-is-illuminated-by-jonathan.html

Paveita

Wrote 6/14/15

not good as the others, but ok

mementomihi

Wrote 3/30/15

Qui mi sfugge qualcosa, come può non essere piaciuto? Ok, all'inizio ho avuto un attimo di panico, ma è passato subito. Se proprio volete esser sicuri di sentire qualcosa sulla pelle questa è l'occasione buona per farlo. La storia dell'Eroe (ovvero l...Continua

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Wrote 11/6/14

http://changeschances.blogspot.it/2010/07/ogni-cosa-e-illuminata-di-jonathan.html

emma

Wrote Nov 12, 2017, 18:57

E dunque si doveva accontentare dell’idea dell’amore-di amare il fatto di amare cose della cui esistenza non le importava affatto. L’amore in sé divenne oggetto del suo amore. Lei amava se stessa innamorata, amava amare l’amore come l’amore ama amar...Continua

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Līlīth

Wrote Jul 14, 2015, 18:01

Non voleva nient'altro che qualcuno di cui sentire la mancanza, qualcuno da toccare, con cui parlare come una bambina, con cui essere una bambina. Ed era innamorata.

Pag. 150

Paveita

Wrote Jun 14, 2015, 08:54

God loves the plagiarist. And so it is written, "God created humankind in His image, in the image of God He created them." God is the original plagiarizer.

fran_ces

Wrote Aug 26, 2011, 08:48

Herschel I thought Herschel must escape how can he escape he must run now run into the darkens perhaps he has already run perhaps he heard the tank and ran but when we arrived at the synagogue I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each ot...Continua

Pag. 248

fran_ces

Wrote Aug 26, 2011, 08:44

“Tell me more,” I said. “More?” “Herschel.” “It was as if he was in our family” “Tell me what happened. What happened to him?” “To him? To him and me. It happened to everybody, do not make any mistakes. Just because I was not a Jew, it does not mean“Tell me more,” I said. “More?” “Herschel.” “It was as if he was in our family” “Tell me what happened. What happened to him?” “To him? To him and me. It happened to everybody, do not make any mistakes. Just because I was not a Jew, it does not mean that it did not happen to me.” “What is it?” “You had to choose, and hope to choose the smaller evil.” “You had to choose,” I told Jonathan, “and hope to choose the smaller evil.” “And I chose”. “And he chose”. “He chose what?” “What did you choose?” “When they captured our town-“ “Kolki?” “Yes, but do not tell him. There is no reason to tell him.” “We could go in the morning.” “No.” “Perhaps it would be a good thing.” “No.” (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the inside of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) “You could reveal it to us,” I said. “You could take us to where you once lived, and where his grandmother once lived.” “There is no purpose,” he said. “Those people signify nothing to me.” “His grandmother.” “I do not want to know her name.” “There is no purpose to return to the town that he came from,” I told Jonathan. “It means nothing to him.” “Why did he leave?” “Why did you leave?” “Because I did not want your father to grow up so close to death. I did not want him to know of it, and live with it. This is why I never informed him of what occurred. I wanted so much for him to live good life, without death and without choices and without shame. But I was not a good father, I must inform you. I was the worst father. I desired to remove him from everything that was bad, but instead I gave him badness upon badness. A father is always responsible for how his son is. You must understand.” “I am not understanding. I am not understanding any of this. I do not understand that you are from Kolki, and why I never knew. I do not understand why you came on this voyage if you know how close we would be. I do not understand what are your ghosts. I do not understand how a picture of you was in Augustine’s box.” (… And I asked him, What happened? He returned the photograph to the box, you will remember, and he told us the story. Exactly like that. He placed the photograph in the box and he told it to us. He did not once avoid our eyes, and he did not once put his hands under the table. I murdered Herschel, he said. Or what I did was as good as murdering him. …)...Continua

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