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Marcos ha un dono. Il dono di sentire, vedere, leggere le emozioni, i ricordi e i segreti delle persone semplicemente guardandole negli occhi. Marcos ha appena perso sua madre, una famosa coreografa che gli ha insegnato tutto della vita, e ha deciso che senza di lei il mondo non sarà più lo stesso. Per questo ha intenzione di prendere un farmaco che gli permetterà di stare sveglio per sempre. Tutto è pronto per l’iniezione che non lo farà mai più dormire, quando arriva una telefonata. La polizia ha catturato uno «straniero», un extraterrestre, e solo Marcos può interrogarlo, leggendo nella sua mente. Ma lo straniero – uno strano alieno, in tutto e per tutto uguale a un umano – è in grado di bloccargli l’accesso ai propri pensieri e di leggere nei suoi. Sarà lui a parlare a Marcos di sua madre. E della vita prima della morte, prima di questa vita; e di cosa sono fatti sogni, i ricordi e...
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Albert Espinosa
46 books1,649 followersAlbert Espinosa i Puig (n. Barcelona, 5 de noviembre de 1974),1 ingeniero industrial de formación, es un guionista, autor teatral, escritor, actor y director de cine español. También colabora como columnista en el diario El Periódico de Catalunya.
A la edad de 13 años le fue diagnosticado un osteosarcoma por el que tuvieron que amputarle una pierna. Sufrió metástasis y también fue necesaria la extirpación de un pulmón (16 años) y parte del hígado (18 años). En total, pasó diez años en hospitales, y esa experiencia vital le serviría de inspiración para algunas de sus obras teatrales y literarias y guiones de cine y televisión.
Al día siguiente era 23 de abril. Al día siguiente, a Albert le amputarían su pierna izquierda. Cojo con 14 años. Tres cánceres consecutivos se habían cebado con su tibia, pero peleaba con denuedo en un hospital de Barcelona. El médico no se anduvo con rodeos con el chaval. «Albert, deberías hacer una especie de despedida de tu pierna. Así tendrás menos sensación de pérdida». Y Albert se aplicó en ello. A fondo. Consiguió que un amiguete se pusiera bajo los palos de una portería de fútbol. Le metió 50 goles a zurdazos. Llamó a aquella compañera del colegio con la que una vez hizo 'piececillos' bajo el pupitre. Repitió las fugaces caricias. Y echó un último baile «a dos piernas». Su compañero de habitación puso música a su adiós. 'Espérame en el cielo', de Antonio Machín. Y Albert asumió que desde entonces sería un niño cojo. Pero aprendió mucho más. «Después ni siquiera sentí el 'fantasma' que dicen que notas cuando te quitan un miembro. Creo que me despedí tan bien que hasta el fantasma se fue. Yo siempre digo que no perdí una pierna. Gané un muñón. Hasta en las pérdidas hay ganancias».
Albert Espinosa (Barcelona, 1973) sigue teniendo hoy mucho de aquel niño. Un niño grande al que le gusta vestir camisetas, sudaderas y vaqueros. Conserva dentro ese niño al que le entusiasmaba que su madre le sentara ante una lavadora repleta de ropa amarilla y roja y para el que la lucha no había hecho más que empezar aquel 23 de abril. A los 15 años los médicos le recomendaron a él y a sus padres que se fueran a disfrutar a Fuerteventura. Le dieron semanas de vida. Él se negó, obcecado, ilusionado. Se levantó de la lona. Y siguió peleando. Los médicos lo vieron evolucionar asombrados. A los 16 años tuvieron que extirparle el pulmón izquierdo. A los 18 se quedó sin medio hígado. El cáncer no le dio tregua en el rincón en el que le tuvo acorralado hasta los 24. Pero él salió victorioso tras casi 200 radiografías y 'tacs'. «Soy muy radiactivo», bromea. Venció y fundó su 'mundo amarillo'. Así se llamó su primera novela: 'El mundo amarillo: si crees en los sueños ellos se crearán'. El suyo fue vivir. El mago Tamarit llenó algunos de sus tiempos muertos en un puñado de hospitales catalanes. Y él se hizo mago. No solo mago aficionado. Mago de la vida. Porque pasar apenas media hora con Albert Espinosa es mágico. Te impregna su optimismo. La sonrisa no te abandona mientras lo escuchas. No es una risa de humor. Es una sonrisa de equilibrio, de paz, de armonía.
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A la edad de 13 años le fue diagnosticado un osteosarcoma por el que tuvieron que amputarle una pierna. Sufrió metástasis y también fue necesaria la extirpación de un pulmón (16 años) y parte del hígado (18 años). En total, pasó diez años en hospitales, y esa experiencia vital le serviría de inspiración para algunas de sus obras teatrales y literarias y guiones de cine y televisión.
Al día siguiente era 23 de abril. Al día siguiente, a Albert le amputarían su pierna izquierda. Cojo con 14 años. Tres cánceres consecutivos se habían cebado con su tibia, pero peleaba con denuedo en un hospital de Barcelona. El médico no se anduvo con rodeos con el chaval. «Albert, deberías hacer una especie de despedida de tu pierna. Así tendrás menos sensación de pérdida». Y Albert se aplicó en ello. A fondo. Consiguió que un amiguete se pusiera bajo los palos de una portería de fútbol. Le metió 50 goles a zurdazos. Llamó a aquella compañera del colegio con la que una vez hizo 'piececillos' bajo el pupitre. Repitió las fugaces caricias. Y echó un último baile «a dos piernas». Su compañero de habitación puso música a su adiós. 'Espérame en el cielo', de Antonio Machín. Y Albert asumió que desde entonces sería un niño cojo. Pero aprendió mucho más. «Después ni siquiera sentí el 'fantasma' que dicen que notas cuando te quitan un miembro. Creo que me despedí tan bien que hasta el fantasma se fue. Yo siempre digo que no perdí una pierna. Gané un muñón. Hasta en las pérdidas hay ganancias».
Albert Espinosa (Barcelona, 1973) sigue teniendo hoy mucho de aquel niño. Un niño grande al que le gusta vestir camisetas, sudaderas y vaqueros. Conserva dentro ese niño al que le entusiasmaba que su madre le sentara ante una lavadora repleta de ropa amarilla y roja y para el que la lucha no había hecho más que empezar aquel 23 de abril. A los 15 años los médicos le recomendaron a él y a sus padres que se fueran a disfrutar a Fuerteventura. Le dieron semanas de vida. Él se negó, obcecado, ilusionado. Se levantó de la lona. Y siguió peleando. Los médicos lo vieron evolucionar asombrados. A los 16 años tuvieron que extirparle el pulmón izquierdo. A los 18 se quedó sin medio hígado. El cáncer no le dio tregua en el rincón en el que le tuvo acorralado hasta los 24. Pero él salió victorioso tras casi 200 radiografías y 'tacs'. «Soy muy radiactivo», bromea. Venció y fundó su 'mundo amarillo'. Así se llamó su primera novela: 'El mundo amarillo: si crees en los sueños ellos se crearán'. El suyo fue vivir. El mago Tamarit llenó algunos de sus tiempos muertos en un puñado de hospitales catalanes. Y él se hizo mago. No solo mago aficionado. Mago de la vida. Porque pasar apenas media hora con Albert Espinosa es mágico. Te impregna su optimismo. La sonrisa no te abandona mientras lo escuchas. No es una risa de humor. Es una sonrisa de equilibrio, de paz, de armonía.
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September 6, 2011
En mi opinión es uno de esos libros que o te encantará u odiarás. En mi caso, me lo dejó mi hermana, que formaba parte del segundo grupo así que no tuve demasiadas expectativas. Sin embargo, no hay nada mejor que sorprenderse a uno mismo. Yo lo adoré.
Des de la primera página te das cuenta de que a pesar de que la trama contiene elementos llamativos, eso va a ser lo de menos.Te das cuenta de que vas a tener que mirar más allá, de que son pocas páginas porque necesitarás pararte a disfrutar cada una de ellas con el tiempo que merece. Este libro te regala unas cuantas reflexiones acerca de la vida, el amor, el sexo, contadas con una pluma dulce y ágil, y a través de unos personajes intensos a pesar de la corta duración del libro.
Eso sí, no esperes una novela para pasar el rato y desconectar, más bien todo lo contrario, hará que te plantees cuestiones de tu propia vida des de otros puntos de vista.
Acompañar a Marcos durante estas 204 páginas ha sido un placer.
Des de la primera página te das cuenta de que a pesar de que la trama contiene elementos llamativos, eso va a ser lo de menos.Te das cuenta de que vas a tener que mirar más allá, de que son pocas páginas porque necesitarás pararte a disfrutar cada una de ellas con el tiempo que merece. Este libro te regala unas cuantas reflexiones acerca de la vida, el amor, el sexo, contadas con una pluma dulce y ágil, y a través de unos personajes intensos a pesar de la corta duración del libro.
Eso sí, no esperes una novela para pasar el rato y desconectar, más bien todo lo contrario, hará que te plantees cuestiones de tu propia vida des de otros puntos de vista.
Acompañar a Marcos durante estas 204 páginas ha sido un placer.
June 12, 2015
Have you ever read anything that should’ve been quite disturbing but had the opposite effect on you and somehow made you feel… warmth? Something like listening to your parents read you a bedtime story only they’re really reading you Trainspotting, or like sipping a cup of coffee by the fire sitting on a rocking chair while wearing a cowboy hat and speedos. This book is a real fuzzy ball, mirroring a man’s shadow into a psychedelic spectrum of love and sex. Albert Espinosa creates a world not unlike something out of Brautigan, with the wisdom of Coelho suffused with real emotion channeling Nicholas Sparks. For those looking for something different, this is for you.
Welcome to Earth, a place where people can now decide never to sleep, a place where you buy dreams and kill it. Marcos has a special ability; at a glance he can see people’s happiest and darkest memories. He can empathize with a total stranger or alienate his closest friends, he can see into anyone with just one look. That’s why he likes sleeping, it gives him a reprieve, a time when he knows nothing and everything is a lull. But then his mom dies and he decides to buy the vaccine that will cure him of sleep forever. But just as he’s about to stay awake for all eternity, two things happen that will change his life: he falls in love with a stranger, and the government captures the first extraterrestrial in history. Sound strange enough for you?
Espinosa highlights many things in this curious little book, the importance of sleeping, making connections, taking the leap of faith, and bravery in love, life and sex. He equips Marcos’ with lots of tender memories of his mother and their experiences her giving him advice on all things and as you read it feels like being caressed by a loved one and an unmistakable feeling or warmth envelops you. Even the extraterrestrial’s memories create nostalgia for love you’ve never encountered.
“People forget that they should ask for caresses and kisses. Never think that it is up to your partner. If only you could understand that the actions related to sex have to be decriminalized.
A caress, a kiss, asking for the warmth of a hand on your belly button shouldn’t be linked to the feeling that they will provoke or result in sex. A hug shouldn’t last ten seconds, or thirty, it can last eight minutes if need be. Stroking a body doesn’t have to always mean sex. You have to appreciate the caress as part of your life. Decriminalize it within your life.
Just like you laugh at somebody’s joke and you accept that their words make you happy, you shouldn’t fear telling someone that their skin, their eyes, their mouth make you feel something else. We have to decriminalize sexual acts, bring them into real life, everyday life, and tie them to life instead of sex. Do you understand, Marcos?
After the long monologue I continued with my hand on her belly button for a good while. I felt the plaza’s bravery in me and I kissed her neck with my lips.
I didn’t feel sex, I felt life.”
This book takes on subjects that alienate us and makes us see the good in what we’re missing: an open honest relationship with your mother, a healthy lustless need to feel someone’s touch, the importance of dreaming, falling in love with someone you don’t know, learning to value unrequited love, and accepting people of different backgrounds and walks of life.
Different, strange, unknown, alien – it’s just a matter of getting to know, of opening up. You’ll be surprised at what you might find.
“I don’t want to take them. I don’t want this second life to be different than it was created to be. And above all, I don’t want to stop sleeping, because, when I wake up, I want to find you by my side for a long time. I don’t want to miss that image of seeing you come back to life every day.”
At the end of it all the weird, strange aspect of the story melts and feels all too familiar. What's left is this unmistakable feeling of warm comfort.
Embrace different, embrace the unexpected, embrace life.
(Note: I'd like to thank Netgalley and Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial for giving me an advanced reading copy in exchange for an honest review.)
Welcome to Earth, a place where people can now decide never to sleep, a place where you buy dreams and kill it. Marcos has a special ability; at a glance he can see people’s happiest and darkest memories. He can empathize with a total stranger or alienate his closest friends, he can see into anyone with just one look. That’s why he likes sleeping, it gives him a reprieve, a time when he knows nothing and everything is a lull. But then his mom dies and he decides to buy the vaccine that will cure him of sleep forever. But just as he’s about to stay awake for all eternity, two things happen that will change his life: he falls in love with a stranger, and the government captures the first extraterrestrial in history. Sound strange enough for you?
Espinosa highlights many things in this curious little book, the importance of sleeping, making connections, taking the leap of faith, and bravery in love, life and sex. He equips Marcos’ with lots of tender memories of his mother and their experiences her giving him advice on all things and as you read it feels like being caressed by a loved one and an unmistakable feeling or warmth envelops you. Even the extraterrestrial’s memories create nostalgia for love you’ve never encountered.
“People forget that they should ask for caresses and kisses. Never think that it is up to your partner. If only you could understand that the actions related to sex have to be decriminalized.
A caress, a kiss, asking for the warmth of a hand on your belly button shouldn’t be linked to the feeling that they will provoke or result in sex. A hug shouldn’t last ten seconds, or thirty, it can last eight minutes if need be. Stroking a body doesn’t have to always mean sex. You have to appreciate the caress as part of your life. Decriminalize it within your life.
Just like you laugh at somebody’s joke and you accept that their words make you happy, you shouldn’t fear telling someone that their skin, their eyes, their mouth make you feel something else. We have to decriminalize sexual acts, bring them into real life, everyday life, and tie them to life instead of sex. Do you understand, Marcos?
After the long monologue I continued with my hand on her belly button for a good while. I felt the plaza’s bravery in me and I kissed her neck with my lips.
I didn’t feel sex, I felt life.”
This book takes on subjects that alienate us and makes us see the good in what we’re missing: an open honest relationship with your mother, a healthy lustless need to feel someone’s touch, the importance of dreaming, falling in love with someone you don’t know, learning to value unrequited love, and accepting people of different backgrounds and walks of life.
Different, strange, unknown, alien – it’s just a matter of getting to know, of opening up. You’ll be surprised at what you might find.
“I don’t want to take them. I don’t want this second life to be different than it was created to be. And above all, I don’t want to stop sleeping, because, when I wake up, I want to find you by my side for a long time. I don’t want to miss that image of seeing you come back to life every day.”
At the end of it all the weird, strange aspect of the story melts and feels all too familiar. What's left is this unmistakable feeling of warm comfort.
Embrace different, embrace the unexpected, embrace life.
(Note: I'd like to thank Netgalley and Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial for giving me an advanced reading copy in exchange for an honest review.)
May 6, 2013
Veliki španski hit, sjajan prevod Aleksandre Mačkić... Prava književna poslastica
June 27, 2015
(Source: I received a digital copy of this book for free on a read-to-review basis. Thanks to Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial and NetGalley.)
“I like sleeping, it’s probably what I like best in this life.”
This was quite a strange book, and I’m not really sure that I totally understand it.
Okay, so the main character in this book is called Marcos, his mother has just died (like yesterday), and he has a strange gift of being able to read people’s memories. He also has a job working for a member of the police, who realises how useful Marcos’ gift could be. The world that Marcos lives in is a little bit dystopian, where people are able to take a drug once, that then means that they never need to sleep again. Seeing as how Marcos says that the thing he likes best in life is sleeping though, I don’t know why he would pay so much money to never sleep again.
So, we then get news that an alien has been captured, and Marcos is asked to go and read it using his gift, to work out if it really is an alien or not. I have to say that I found this a little bit weird. The sudden appearance of an alien didn’t really fit in with the story up to that point.
“Confirmed arrival of the first extraterrestrial to the planet Earth.”
Anyway, some stuff happens with regards to the alien, but then the alien is seemingly forgotten about, whist Marcos meets some girl and begins to wonder if she likes him too. We then get a bit of an odd romance, which at points comes across as a romance, and at other points comes across as a friendship.
So, (I’m going to have to bullet point this) in this book we get –
• A boy who has a gift of reading other people’s memories.
• A world in which you can take a drug to stop you from ever needing to sleep
• The appearance of an Alien
• A bit of an odd romance/friendship
• Some reminiscing about the main characters dead mother and his relationship to her,
• Some slightly unusual ideas about what happens to you after you die.
• A bit of an odd ending that didn’t tie everything up.
So did I enjoy this book? – it was okay, I listened to a lot of it and it wasn’t bad, I did find it quite an odd story, and I also found it a little disjointed as it seemed to keep going off in random directions.
Would I recommend it? – I wouldn’t tell you to rush out and buy a copy, but if you get the chance to read it you might like it.
Do I understand the title now? – Not really!
6 out of 10
“I like sleeping, it’s probably what I like best in this life.”
This was quite a strange book, and I’m not really sure that I totally understand it.
Okay, so the main character in this book is called Marcos, his mother has just died (like yesterday), and he has a strange gift of being able to read people’s memories. He also has a job working for a member of the police, who realises how useful Marcos’ gift could be. The world that Marcos lives in is a little bit dystopian, where people are able to take a drug once, that then means that they never need to sleep again. Seeing as how Marcos says that the thing he likes best in life is sleeping though, I don’t know why he would pay so much money to never sleep again.
So, we then get news that an alien has been captured, and Marcos is asked to go and read it using his gift, to work out if it really is an alien or not. I have to say that I found this a little bit weird. The sudden appearance of an alien didn’t really fit in with the story up to that point.
“Confirmed arrival of the first extraterrestrial to the planet Earth.”
Anyway, some stuff happens with regards to the alien, but then the alien is seemingly forgotten about, whist Marcos meets some girl and begins to wonder if she likes him too. We then get a bit of an odd romance, which at points comes across as a romance, and at other points comes across as a friendship.
So, (I’m going to have to bullet point this) in this book we get –
• A boy who has a gift of reading other people’s memories.
• A world in which you can take a drug to stop you from ever needing to sleep
• The appearance of an Alien
• A bit of an odd romance/friendship
• Some reminiscing about the main characters dead mother and his relationship to her,
• Some slightly unusual ideas about what happens to you after you die.
• A bit of an odd ending that didn’t tie everything up.
So did I enjoy this book? – it was okay, I listened to a lot of it and it wasn’t bad, I did find it quite an odd story, and I also found it a little disjointed as it seemed to keep going off in random directions.
Would I recommend it? – I wouldn’t tell you to rush out and buy a copy, but if you get the chance to read it you might like it.
Do I understand the title now? – Not really!
6 out of 10
December 31, 2010
Tengo sentimientos encontrados hacia este libro. Literariamente, es bastante malo. Parece un primer borrador al que aún le faltan unas cuantas revisiones. Es muy, muy primerizo. La trama es demasiado simple, casi inexistente, y el autor coloca algunos elementos aquí y allá para tratar de disimular, pero sin mucho éxito. Al contrario, resultan confusos porque no influyen en el tema principal y se nota que son pegotes. Al final, me quedo con la sensación de que sí, el autor tiene buenos sentimientos, y algunas ideas de la novela podrían ser aprovechables con otro desarrollo, pero la novela, lo que es la novela, es muy mejorable.
November 26, 2014
Es Albert Espinosa ♡
Leí el libro tres veces seguidas y no lo pude amar más simplemente por que ya no podía.
Leí el libro tres veces seguidas y no lo pude amar más simplemente por que ya no podía.
October 25, 2020
El pecado de este libro es lo que he bautizado como "buenismo mágico". Da igual si tu historia es una porquería, si tus personajes son planos y sin historia ni carácter. Da igual todo siempre que metas frases buenistas como " hay que educar en el sexo con valentía". Absurdo y lamentable. La historia, en manos de un buen escritor, podría dar para un libro de cifi interesante. Hay una droga que arrasa en la sociedad y que permite eliminar la necesidad de dormir. Descubren a un extraterrestre. El prota tiene un don raruno. Da para historia. Pero no en manos de este autor, que hacia el final se saca de la chistera un argumento que convierte a Paulo Coelho en adalid del escepticismo. Perfectamente prescindible como novela y como libro de autoayuda.
January 6, 2017
Hace un tiempo una persona me contó el final de este libro; afortunadamente olvidé partes de lo que me había dicho. La idea estaba, pero no completa.
Albert logra de nueva cuenta a través de sus palabras hacerte uno con el libro, con las emociones, con todo. Tiene ese 'don' de enamorarte de sus personajes creando una empatía maravillosa. Este libro nos habla de las posibilidades de la vida, de la importancia de no alterar nuestros ritmos y de lo maravilloso que es ver nuestra existencia desde otro punto. Nos enseña a ser valientes, en la vida, en el amor y en el sexo.
Bravo Albert. Gracias por cada palabra que me llenó en este libro.
Albert logra de nueva cuenta a través de sus palabras hacerte uno con el libro, con las emociones, con todo. Tiene ese 'don' de enamorarte de sus personajes creando una empatía maravillosa. Este libro nos habla de las posibilidades de la vida, de la importancia de no alterar nuestros ritmos y de lo maravilloso que es ver nuestra existencia desde otro punto. Nos enseña a ser valientes, en la vida, en el amor y en el sexo.
Bravo Albert. Gracias por cada palabra que me llenó en este libro.
March 3, 2012
Dedicatoria de Espinosa: " a todos los que siguen queriendo ser diferentes y luchan contra aquellos que desean que seamos iguales".
Albert Espinosa consigue con gran éxito vencer en esta lucha.
No se parece ni remotamente a un escritor.
Actualización temprana: A quienes le dan a este libro 5 estrellas, ¿cobran de Espinosa? ¿Algún otro libro les sirve de referencia?
Albert Espinosa consigue con gran éxito vencer en esta lucha.
No se parece ni remotamente a un escritor.
Actualización temprana: A quienes le dan a este libro 5 estrellas, ¿cobran de Espinosa? ¿Algún otro libro les sirve de referencia?
July 6, 2014
Estoy en un tremendo conflicto con este libro, no sé qué sentir respecto a él.
Comencemos diciendo que es un libro raro, tiene mucha poesía, pero no una trama con un peso definido, dudo que esa haya sido la idea, la trama es el vehículo que el autor utiliza para dar rienda suelta a montones de conocimientos y enseñanzas, y sentí que esas cosas tenían más peso e importancia que los hechos en sí. No me disgustó eso, tampoco puedo decir que me haya gustado. Ese es mi conflicto. Leí cientos de reseñas y todas coincidían con que es un libro que se ama o se odia. Yo estoy en un limbo, porque no llegó a gustarme del todo, pero tampoco me desagradó por completo.
La primera parte es la que menos me gustó, tenía algo que incitaba a continuar leyendo, pero no me gustaba. Fue hasta la mitad y la llegada de "el extraño" que mi interés se despertó.
Es una de esas historias en las que tenes que leer entre líneas, demasiado retorcida, filosófica y metafórica, me encanta lo primero, odio lo segundo y no me molesta demasiado lo tercero, aunque no me fascina.
El final me sorprendió, eso sí, pero tiene algo de perturbador. Igual que la relación del protagonista con su madre. No era necesario guardar el complejo de Edipo como una gran revelación final, es tangible y desagradable desde el principio.
En fin, tal vez no sea lo suficientemente intelectual para disfrutar plenamente de este tipo de libro. Tal vez no sea lo suficientemente sensible para hacerlo, la cuestión es que no lo hice y si me pongo a pensar que me dejó la historia, me encuentro solo con un manojo de confusión.
Comencemos diciendo que es un libro raro, tiene mucha poesía, pero no una trama con un peso definido, dudo que esa haya sido la idea, la trama es el vehículo que el autor utiliza para dar rienda suelta a montones de conocimientos y enseñanzas, y sentí que esas cosas tenían más peso e importancia que los hechos en sí. No me disgustó eso, tampoco puedo decir que me haya gustado. Ese es mi conflicto. Leí cientos de reseñas y todas coincidían con que es un libro que se ama o se odia. Yo estoy en un limbo, porque no llegó a gustarme del todo, pero tampoco me desagradó por completo.
La primera parte es la que menos me gustó, tenía algo que incitaba a continuar leyendo, pero no me gustaba. Fue hasta la mitad y la llegada de "el extraño" que mi interés se despertó.
Es una de esas historias en las que tenes que leer entre líneas, demasiado retorcida, filosófica y metafórica, me encanta lo primero, odio lo segundo y no me molesta demasiado lo tercero, aunque no me fascina.
El final me sorprendió, eso sí, pero tiene algo de perturbador. Igual que la relación del protagonista con su madre. No era necesario guardar el complejo de Edipo como una gran revelación final, es tangible y desagradable desde el principio.
En fin, tal vez no sea lo suficientemente intelectual para disfrutar plenamente de este tipo de libro. Tal vez no sea lo suficientemente sensible para hacerlo, la cuestión es que no lo hice y si me pongo a pensar que me dejó la historia, me encuentro solo con un manojo de confusión.
May 12, 2015
Lo he terminado por pura curiosidad , pero no puedo decir q lo haya disfrutado. Me ha parecido "raro", por decir algo , y no sabría ni como explicarle a alguien de que va . Aún así le voy a dar otra oportunidad a Espinosa ya q tengo otro libro suyo por aquí. Veremos si esto fue un patinazo o es sólo q el escribe así !
June 6, 2016
Reseña completa: Todo lo que podríamos haber sido tú y yo si no fuéramos tú y yo
Es completamente comprensible que unas personas amen este libro y otros lo odien, porque considero que si no logras conectar e identificarte con los personajes y la historia no podrás entender el mensaje tan bonito que transmite el libro.
Me atrevo a decir que es una de mis mejores lecturas hasta ahora. Me encantó la forma de escribir de Albert Espinosa. Puede que no sea la mejor en recursos literarios y técnica, pero me llegó al corazón y se me hizo muy real y amena.
Es una historia muy conmovedora, real, entrañable, con unos personajes a los cuales me apegué mucho. Tiene unas frases y unas reflexiones fantásticas que me tuvieron al borde de las lágrimas en diversas ocasiones. Tenía todas las emociones a flor de piel porque conecté muy bien con la historia. Por favor, si tienen la oportunidad, léanlo.
Es completamente comprensible que unas personas amen este libro y otros lo odien, porque considero que si no logras conectar e identificarte con los personajes y la historia no podrás entender el mensaje tan bonito que transmite el libro.
Me atrevo a decir que es una de mis mejores lecturas hasta ahora. Me encantó la forma de escribir de Albert Espinosa. Puede que no sea la mejor en recursos literarios y técnica, pero me llegó al corazón y se me hizo muy real y amena.
Es una historia muy conmovedora, real, entrañable, con unos personajes a los cuales me apegué mucho. Tiene unas frases y unas reflexiones fantásticas que me tuvieron al borde de las lágrimas en diversas ocasiones. Tenía todas las emociones a flor de piel porque conecté muy bien con la historia. Por favor, si tienen la oportunidad, léanlo.
November 17, 2015
Una novela que te deja pensando muchísimas cosas sobre la vida, llego un punto en el que lo sentí tan real que en verdad creí que iba a pasar por todo eso, me encanto como expresa los sentimientos el "extraño" y como es que al final manejo la tensión por saber que eran estos personajes, magnifico final, una vez más Albert lo volvió a hacer.
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October 27, 2010This is not a book, it's a shame.
Don't waste your time. Espinosa it's a really fine film-maker and a truly horrid novelist.
Don't waste your time. Espinosa it's a really fine film-maker and a truly horrid novelist.
January 14, 2016
(Thank you Netgalley and the publisher for the ARC).
“We should have some indication of those moments after which nothing will ever be the same again, moments that punch a hole through the entire world in a similar way, creating collective memories.”
I love sleeping, I always have. My body’s solution to all my problems is sleep. Sad? Sleep. Stressed? Sleep. Anxious? Sleep. Depressed? Sleep, sleep, sleep. I can’t read in bed because I get sleepy within a minute and have to take a nap. And I dream a lot, an extreme amount, in incredible detail, mostly I remember them.
So a book about a world where people have given up sleep appealed to me. How could they do it? I rationally understand it, of course, you get so much more time, to read and work and travel and spend with your loved ones. I don’t think I could do it even so. I’d miss sleeping too much, and the break it gives you from life and reality. Imagine facing the world 24 hours a day, fully conscious? For days to never end? I couldn’t do it.
I’d miss the dreaming and getting to slip away from everything for a little while. But mostly I’d miss falling asleep. Especially the slow, gradual falling asleep, where you sort of sink into your bed and everything is just right, and then you’re gone.
Turns out giving up sleep is not really what this book is about. Truth be told I’m be hard pressed to tell you what it’s about. I could tell you the plot, but that’s not really what this book is about either. It’s about a lot of things.
“You burst into tears or into laughter. I think it’s worth bursting into pieces for those feelings.”
Grief, mostly. Losing someone you loved (or the one person who most loved you), and coming to the realization that the world goes on, that it’s exactly the same as before for everyone else, except for you. (I’ve had dreams where my mother, father and brother have died. One dream with my dad was so vivid I can still remember exactly how it felt when I realized he’d never be around again. I’m not ready for that, but it makes me love him all the more while he’s still around).
Marcos, the protagonist, has just lost his mother and he thinks back on her all through the novel. Thinks of things she’s told him, moments they’ve shared, the kind of life they had. She’s at the centre of the story, the plot doesn’t evolve around her, it’s somewhere else entirely, but she’s still the centre. She’s what Marcos evolves around, his love and grief for her is what he spends the story figuring out.
The novel is very modest, it’s not fast paced, there are few detailed descriptions of surroundings and it doesn’t much keep track of time. It simply rolls along, like a wave on a quiet day, until it gets where it’s supposed to go and ends. In the beginning it reminded me of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, because of the language used. It's simple, no lengthy, heavy descriptions, everything that’s supposed to be said is said, it’s not implied, it’s right there on the page. And yet, you understand that it’s more than what it is, at the same time, that what you’re being told is not what Marcos really wants to tell you, like he’s working up to getting to it. It’s a style it takes a bit to get used to, it annoyed me at first in Aristotle and Dante as well as here, but the pay off, I find, is spectacular. I’m always a mess when I put it down, because it gets to slowly creep up on me. I never realize how deeply attached I’ve become because it happens without my noticing it, and then it ends, and I understand I didn’t want it to.
“’Be brave,” she said. “In life, in love and in sex. People forget that they should ask for caresses and kisses. Never think that it is up to your partner. If only you could understand that the actions related to sex have to be decriminalized (…) A hug shouldn’t last ten seconds, or thirty, it can last eight minutes if need be. Stroking a body doesn’t have to always mean sex. You have to appreciate the caress as part of your life. Decriminalize it within your life. Just like you laugh at somebody’s joke and you accept that their words make you happy, you shouldn’t fear telling someone that their skin, their eyes, their mouth make you feel something else. We have to decriminalize sexual acts, bring them into real life, everyday life, and tie them to life instead of sex.”
I wasn’t impressed by the beginning, but the rest of the novel more than made up for it. It was full of beauty and truth and a pretty compelling narrative, even if it despite of being quite dramatic, wasn’t very action-packed. It seemed not so much to be telling a story, but to be getting at some sort of truth through dialogue. A slow revealing of emotions. And what was revealed about sex, love and life, mostly through his mother's thoughts, was perhaps the most important. I certainly couldn't read it without being affected.
I feel wiser for having read it. It might not be for everyone, but I deeply recommend it nonetheless.
“We should have some indication of those moments after which nothing will ever be the same again, moments that punch a hole through the entire world in a similar way, creating collective memories.”
I love sleeping, I always have. My body’s solution to all my problems is sleep. Sad? Sleep. Stressed? Sleep. Anxious? Sleep. Depressed? Sleep, sleep, sleep. I can’t read in bed because I get sleepy within a minute and have to take a nap. And I dream a lot, an extreme amount, in incredible detail, mostly I remember them.
So a book about a world where people have given up sleep appealed to me. How could they do it? I rationally understand it, of course, you get so much more time, to read and work and travel and spend with your loved ones. I don’t think I could do it even so. I’d miss sleeping too much, and the break it gives you from life and reality. Imagine facing the world 24 hours a day, fully conscious? For days to never end? I couldn’t do it.
I’d miss the dreaming and getting to slip away from everything for a little while. But mostly I’d miss falling asleep. Especially the slow, gradual falling asleep, where you sort of sink into your bed and everything is just right, and then you’re gone.
Turns out giving up sleep is not really what this book is about. Truth be told I’m be hard pressed to tell you what it’s about. I could tell you the plot, but that’s not really what this book is about either. It’s about a lot of things.
“You burst into tears or into laughter. I think it’s worth bursting into pieces for those feelings.”
Grief, mostly. Losing someone you loved (or the one person who most loved you), and coming to the realization that the world goes on, that it’s exactly the same as before for everyone else, except for you. (I’ve had dreams where my mother, father and brother have died. One dream with my dad was so vivid I can still remember exactly how it felt when I realized he’d never be around again. I’m not ready for that, but it makes me love him all the more while he’s still around).
Marcos, the protagonist, has just lost his mother and he thinks back on her all through the novel. Thinks of things she’s told him, moments they’ve shared, the kind of life they had. She’s at the centre of the story, the plot doesn’t evolve around her, it’s somewhere else entirely, but she’s still the centre. She’s what Marcos evolves around, his love and grief for her is what he spends the story figuring out.
The novel is very modest, it’s not fast paced, there are few detailed descriptions of surroundings and it doesn’t much keep track of time. It simply rolls along, like a wave on a quiet day, until it gets where it’s supposed to go and ends. In the beginning it reminded me of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, because of the language used. It's simple, no lengthy, heavy descriptions, everything that’s supposed to be said is said, it’s not implied, it’s right there on the page. And yet, you understand that it’s more than what it is, at the same time, that what you’re being told is not what Marcos really wants to tell you, like he’s working up to getting to it. It’s a style it takes a bit to get used to, it annoyed me at first in Aristotle and Dante as well as here, but the pay off, I find, is spectacular. I’m always a mess when I put it down, because it gets to slowly creep up on me. I never realize how deeply attached I’ve become because it happens without my noticing it, and then it ends, and I understand I didn’t want it to.
“’Be brave,” she said. “In life, in love and in sex. People forget that they should ask for caresses and kisses. Never think that it is up to your partner. If only you could understand that the actions related to sex have to be decriminalized (…) A hug shouldn’t last ten seconds, or thirty, it can last eight minutes if need be. Stroking a body doesn’t have to always mean sex. You have to appreciate the caress as part of your life. Decriminalize it within your life. Just like you laugh at somebody’s joke and you accept that their words make you happy, you shouldn’t fear telling someone that their skin, their eyes, their mouth make you feel something else. We have to decriminalize sexual acts, bring them into real life, everyday life, and tie them to life instead of sex.”
I wasn’t impressed by the beginning, but the rest of the novel more than made up for it. It was full of beauty and truth and a pretty compelling narrative, even if it despite of being quite dramatic, wasn’t very action-packed. It seemed not so much to be telling a story, but to be getting at some sort of truth through dialogue. A slow revealing of emotions. And what was revealed about sex, love and life, mostly through his mother's thoughts, was perhaps the most important. I certainly couldn't read it without being affected.
I feel wiser for having read it. It might not be for everyone, but I deeply recommend it nonetheless.
July 31, 2015
I got this from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Well, okay. I have no idea what just happened. I don't know what I just read. I think that I'm just not artistic enough to enjoy flowery prose, metaphors, similes, and above all else, the constant search for deeper meaning in simple things like pillows and telephones. The writing here was good, if not cumbersome, but... I failed to find the point in quite a bit of this, honestly.
I three starred it anyway, because fuck it. This book seems perfectly okay if you're not me.
Our hero has a gift - he can, essentially, feel other people's feelings. That's pretty cool, right? I agree. The problem is that this book, like many others with a decent plot, decided that it'd be best to have a million subplots. An unusual mother-son relationship with a vague resemblance to Oedipus. A no-sleep injection that seems to be important at first, but ultimately isn't. An extraterrestrial. A girl spotted across a plaza and declared a soulmate. There was a lot going on in this book, and the execution of each subplot was sloppy and overlapping, making this kind of convoluted.
Don't forget all the timeskips with little to no warning and confusion abound and, of course, the non-stop bombardment with pretension and deep, "free" thinking. His mother, although absent, was insufferable to me, because I'm just... laid back, I guess. Lax. Kind of disinterested in that way of life. It's fine. But really, their relationship creeped me out. I'm close to my mom and dad and all, but... I was actually waiting for the incest twist, so. A little much.
In all fairness, I gave up and started skimming after about 40% because I realized 90% of the sentences didn't actually mean anything; they were just flowery descriptions and lamentation and yaaaaawn. I'm still not sure what the point of this was, or what happened, even in the 40% that I really, truly read because as far as my account it was:
· sleeping
· awake
· dudes are here
· wah i miss my mom
· I HAD SEX ONCE
· I don't believe in love
· got my whole life savings for you
· fuck sleep tbh gimme the injection
· song I heard when I spooned my mom
· wait holy shit that girl is hot
· perfect
· amazing
· I must have her
· I believe in love now
· fuck not sleeping tbh my mom said so and also I just saw a hot girl
· who cares about my life savings I'M A FORMERLY BITTER MAN IN LOVE
· (make sure Vince Vaughn plays me in the movie for this)
· boss calls
· I was asleep last night lol embarrassing :( :( :(
· THERE'S EXTRATERRESTRIALS AFOOT
· cab
· my biggest regret in life is that I didn't fuck my mom
Okay, so some of that is not true. But literally all that happened was that he woke up, almost got an injection for medicine to make him not need sleep, didn't, his boss called, he got a cab. In 40%. FORTY PERCENT. Everything else was just him in his head being pretentious and insufferable.
It's possible I'm just bitter. I've been told (and personally assessed) that I'm a bit dead, distant, cold, etc, so maybe this is just a heartwarming tale of passion and I just do not get it. Either way, parts of this were enjoyable. Other parts were obnoxious and occasionally even silly. I kind of think this is a book that I can't honestly recommend, but then I also can't really discourage anyone from it? You gotta try it for yourself and see if it fits you, ya know?
If you've read this and understand it, please enlighten me. I feel like I just missed something. Surely there has to be more.
Well, okay. I have no idea what just happened. I don't know what I just read. I think that I'm just not artistic enough to enjoy flowery prose, metaphors, similes, and above all else, the constant search for deeper meaning in simple things like pillows and telephones. The writing here was good, if not cumbersome, but... I failed to find the point in quite a bit of this, honestly.
I three starred it anyway, because fuck it. This book seems perfectly okay if you're not me.
Our hero has a gift - he can, essentially, feel other people's feelings. That's pretty cool, right? I agree. The problem is that this book, like many others with a decent plot, decided that it'd be best to have a million subplots. An unusual mother-son relationship with a vague resemblance to Oedipus. A no-sleep injection that seems to be important at first, but ultimately isn't. An extraterrestrial. A girl spotted across a plaza and declared a soulmate. There was a lot going on in this book, and the execution of each subplot was sloppy and overlapping, making this kind of convoluted.
Don't forget all the timeskips with little to no warning and confusion abound and, of course, the non-stop bombardment with pretension and deep, "free" thinking. His mother, although absent, was insufferable to me, because I'm just... laid back, I guess. Lax. Kind of disinterested in that way of life. It's fine. But really, their relationship creeped me out. I'm close to my mom and dad and all, but... I was actually waiting for the incest twist, so. A little much.
In all fairness, I gave up and started skimming after about 40% because I realized 90% of the sentences didn't actually mean anything; they were just flowery descriptions and lamentation and yaaaaawn. I'm still not sure what the point of this was, or what happened, even in the 40% that I really, truly read because as far as my account it was:
· sleeping
· awake
· dudes are here
· wah i miss my mom
· I HAD SEX ONCE
· I don't believe in love
· got my whole life savings for you
· fuck sleep tbh gimme the injection
· song I heard when I spooned my mom
· wait holy shit that girl is hot
· perfect
· amazing
· I must have her
· I believe in love now
· fuck not sleeping tbh my mom said so and also I just saw a hot girl
· who cares about my life savings I'M A FORMERLY BITTER MAN IN LOVE
· (make sure Vince Vaughn plays me in the movie for this)
· boss calls
· I was asleep last night lol embarrassing :( :( :(
· THERE'S EXTRATERRESTRIALS AFOOT
· cab
· my biggest regret in life is that I didn't fuck my mom
Okay, so some of that is not true. But literally all that happened was that he woke up, almost got an injection for medicine to make him not need sleep, didn't, his boss called, he got a cab. In 40%. FORTY PERCENT. Everything else was just him in his head being pretentious and insufferable.
It's possible I'm just bitter. I've been told (and personally assessed) that I'm a bit dead, distant, cold, etc, so maybe this is just a heartwarming tale of passion and I just do not get it. Either way, parts of this were enjoyable. Other parts were obnoxious and occasionally even silly. I kind of think this is a book that I can't honestly recommend, but then I also can't really discourage anyone from it? You gotta try it for yourself and see if it fits you, ya know?
If you've read this and understand it, please enlighten me. I feel like I just missed something. Surely there has to be more.
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October 20, 2021"Ama dememesine sevinmiştim. “Sana inanıyorum ama…”, “Üzgünüm ama…” Sonuna getirildiği hislerin etkisini sıfırlayan korkunç bağlaçlar."
September 22, 2020
Esta relectura la necesitaba. Con este libro me enamoré del autor, con cada frase y parte de esta historia.Tiene un poco de misterio, de romance y un toque muy único. Los capítulos del final son mis favoritos, me gustaría pensar que algo así esta después de la muerte.
En esta ocasión hice una pequeña lista de 12 momentos de mi vida, para hacer la lectura más especial.
En esta ocasión hice una pequeña lista de 12 momentos de mi vida, para hacer la lectura más especial.
June 8, 2016
¿qué clase de timo es esto? Menos mal que es corto.
February 14, 2017
Segundo libro que leo de este autor y estoy enamorada de su manera de narrar las cosas. Tiene una prosa tan bella.
Es una lectura que te invita a empatizar con las personas que te rodean en tu vida diaria, una historia que te hace reflexionar.
La recomiendo porque narra de una manera maravillosa lo que es la pérdida y el dolor, pero a su vez narra que en los peores momentos encontramos alegrías.
"Rompí a llorar. Me encanta esa expresión, uno no rompe a caminar ni rompe a hablar. Rompemos a reír o rompemos a llorar. Vale la pena hacerse añicos por esos sentimientos."
SEAN VALIENTES. EN LA VIDA, EN EL AMOR Y EN EL SEXO
Es una lectura que te invita a empatizar con las personas que te rodean en tu vida diaria, una historia que te hace reflexionar.
La recomiendo porque narra de una manera maravillosa lo que es la pérdida y el dolor, pero a su vez narra que en los peores momentos encontramos alegrías.
"Rompí a llorar. Me encanta esa expresión, uno no rompe a caminar ni rompe a hablar. Rompemos a reír o rompemos a llorar. Vale la pena hacerse añicos por esos sentimientos."
SEAN VALIENTES. EN LA VIDA, EN EL AMOR Y EN EL SEXO
November 14, 2018
Kütüphanede onca okumak istediğim kitap varken bunu aldığıma mı, eve getirip yük ettiğime mi "hmpf okumayacağım yea ne biçim bi' șii" dediğim halde sırf sonunu merak ettiğim için okuduğuma mı yanayım?
Bir kitap ne kadar kötü olabilir sorusuna cevap niteliğinde adeta. Al işte tadım kaçtı.
Bir kitap ne kadar kötü olabilir sorusuna cevap niteliğinde adeta. Al işte tadım kaçtı.
July 6, 2015
There are two words I would use to describe this book- weird and short. Everything You and I Could Have Been if We Weren't You and I was a combination of odd and mysterious. There were a bunch of times when I can't help but cringe on how weird it was, but in the end, I still enjoyed the book and I'd have to give the author credit for that factor.
The book was set in a world where people have the privilege of not sleeping. Our story begins when a young man, Marcos, tells us how much he loves sleep. How he needs sleep because of the news he got a few days back. But then the intercom wakes him up.
That same night, his delivery of the injection to take for him to stop sleeping forever came. I mean, why would he give up sleeping if he loves it in the first place? When he was about to take the shot a phone call from work interrupted him.
And that's when this book hit rock bottom on the weirdness scale.
Throughout the book, it talked about life, love and sex. Which was the only normal thing about this book. It also consisted of a lot of memories of Marcos's Mom who passed away a few days back. She was the only one he had.
I would have given this book two stars if it wasn't for the ending. I love abrupt endings. But this book was too kinky for me. I can say much about it without spoiling the book but I definitely enjoyed this oddball of a story.
*Thank you to NetGalley for providing a copy in exchange for an honest review*
The book was set in a world where people have the privilege of not sleeping. Our story begins when a young man, Marcos, tells us how much he loves sleep. How he needs sleep because of the news he got a few days back. But then the intercom wakes him up.
That same night, his delivery of the injection to take for him to stop sleeping forever came. I mean, why would he give up sleeping if he loves it in the first place? When he was about to take the shot a phone call from work interrupted him.
And that's when this book hit rock bottom on the weirdness scale.
Throughout the book, it talked about life, love and sex. Which was the only normal thing about this book. It also consisted of a lot of memories of Marcos's Mom who passed away a few days back. She was the only one he had.
I would have given this book two stars if it wasn't for the ending. I love abrupt endings. But this book was too kinky for me. I can say much about it without spoiling the book but I definitely enjoyed this oddball of a story.
*Thank you to NetGalley for providing a copy in exchange for an honest review*
February 25, 2018
Este libro me ha aburrido bastante. La historia principal me ha gustado pero es demasiado interrumpida a cada rato por los recuerdos del personaje el 90% basados en su madre. Me doy cuenta que la novela en realidad se basa en los recuerdos, por la profundidad de los mismos, pero de todas formas me resultan insulsos. Hay temas que no me han gustado como se tratan como el amor y el sexo, hay muchas afirmaciones que no comparto. En lo personal el libro me ha resulta muy denso y monótono.
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June 22, 2024“Mi don es difícil de explicar. Cómo aprendí a utilizarlo es mucho más extraño de relatar. Pero deseo hacerlo. Deseo contároslo. Hay cosas, detalles pequeños que forman parte de uno mismo y hacen que seas como eres. Y el don era algo que me definía. Aunque lo utilizaba poco. Hacía que me sintiera más vivo.”
Marcos se debate entre seguir con su vida normal o sucumbir a la moda del momento: tomar un medicamento para dejar de dormir, y por tanto, de soñar. En plena indecisión, una llamada hará que por fin se incline la balanza.
Albert Espinosa dibuja una emotiva historia sobre el amor, la muerte, los sueños, el tiempo,... que invita a reflexionar sobre la vida y sobre las decisiones que tomamos para vivirla.
✔️ Puntos fuertes: lenguaje sencillo y directo, estilo del autor, lectura ágil y amena a través de capítulos breves, la reflexión implícita.
❤ Te gustará si: buscas una lectura breve, entretenida y sencilla, con dosis de realismo mágico o si has disfrutado con otras historias del autor.
Marcos se debate entre seguir con su vida normal o sucumbir a la moda del momento: tomar un medicamento para dejar de dormir, y por tanto, de soñar. En plena indecisión, una llamada hará que por fin se incline la balanza.
Albert Espinosa dibuja una emotiva historia sobre el amor, la muerte, los sueños, el tiempo,... que invita a reflexionar sobre la vida y sobre las decisiones que tomamos para vivirla.
✔️ Puntos fuertes: lenguaje sencillo y directo, estilo del autor, lectura ágil y amena a través de capítulos breves, la reflexión implícita.
❤ Te gustará si: buscas una lectura breve, entretenida y sencilla, con dosis de realismo mágico o si has disfrutado con otras historias del autor.
August 17, 2020
Aunque algunas de las ideas sueltas podrían tener muy buenas intenciones, la realización del libro es muy pobre.
La escritura es bastante desordenada, lo mismo que muchas de las ideas, que no vienen a cuento, y que no desarrolla después. Peor aún, no hay realmente una historia, es solo un montón de cosas de las que el escritor quiere hablar, porque tiene ganas.
Y como último punto, solo diré que la relación con su madre no es "natural", no me voy a adentrar más en este punto, pero vamos, que es para ir a terapia.
Lo único bueno que podría decir es que leí el libro en poco más de dos horas, así que por lo menos se lee rápido.
La escritura es bastante desordenada, lo mismo que muchas de las ideas, que no vienen a cuento, y que no desarrolla después. Peor aún, no hay realmente una historia, es solo un montón de cosas de las que el escritor quiere hablar, porque tiene ganas.
Y como último punto, solo diré que la relación con su madre no es "natural", no me voy a adentrar más en este punto, pero vamos, que es para ir a terapia.
Lo único bueno que podría decir es que leí el libro en poco más de dos horas, así que por lo menos se lee rápido.
July 15, 2015
*I received a free ARC of Everything... from Penguin Books via Netgalley in exchange of an honest and unbiased review*
#COYER Summer 15 Scavenger hunt item 33: Read a book with a ridiculously long (at least 50 characters, including spaces) title. (3 points)
Everything was a strange and somehow chaotic story, with beautiful prose and a definite feeling of what is and what isn't important in life (both this and the next).
This and all my other reviews are originally posted on my blog (un)Conventional Bookviews
#COYER Summer 15 Scavenger hunt item 33: Read a book with a ridiculously long (at least 50 characters, including spaces) title. (3 points)
Everything was a strange and somehow chaotic story, with beautiful prose and a definite feeling of what is and what isn't important in life (both this and the next).
This and all my other reviews are originally posted on my blog (un)Conventional Bookviews
August 29, 2014
Comprei este livro, atraída unicamente pelo sugestivo título “Tudo o que poderíamos ter sido tu e eu se não fôssemos tu e eu”. Quando o abri, também gostei do título do décimo sétimo capítulo “Sê corajoso. Na vida, no amor e no sexo”.
Depois de o ler, o que escrever?
A ideia da história é engraçada, mas não convence.
Acabei de me lembrar, o livro tem mais dois pontos fortes: páginas grossas e letras grandes… lendo-se um bocadinho na diagonal, chega-se ao fim num instantinho.
Depois de o ler, o que escrever?
A ideia da história é engraçada, mas não convence.
Acabei de me lembrar, o livro tem mais dois pontos fortes: páginas grossas e letras grandes… lendo-se um bocadinho na diagonal, chega-se ao fim num instantinho.
December 11, 2015
Emm... Me he quedado muy loca con este final. No se si lo he entendido bien, aunque eso espero.
"Nunca se sabe qué encontrará uno tras una puerta. Quizá en eso consiste la vida: en girar pomos."
"Nunca se sabe qué encontrará uno tras una puerta. Quizá en eso consiste la vida: en girar pomos."
March 27, 2020
Değişik bir kitaptı o yüzden ne yorum yapacağım bilemedim.. Pek bana hitap etmedi. Biraz felsefi, biraz fantastik, ortaya karışık bir kitaptı..
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