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Lo leí con mi mejor amiga en agosto y me pareció increíble. La parte del principio en la que la protagonista es una niña me pareció súper interesante, lo imaginativas que son las mentes infantiles. Últimamente en la mayoría de libros en los que se prLo leí con mi mejor amiga en agosto y me pareció increíble. La parte del principio en la que la protagonista es una niña me pareció súper interesante, lo imaginativas que son las mentes infantiles. Últimamente en la mayoría de libros en los que se presenta al prota desde pequeño (Beautyland, por ejemplo), esa primera parte es la que más me gusta. Suele ser donde sus pensamientos son más raros o abstractos. Also, este libro me recordó demasiado al flat world de Minecraft, tanto por la descripción del setting como por la sensación cuando jugaba con 12 años de que en cualquier momento iba a encontrar algo inesperadamente, pero nunca ocurría.
Lo que subrayé:
The passion with which they repeated the same thing in ten different ways so as to avoid accepting that they'd had absolutely nothing to say to one another for ages. But human beings need to speak, otherwise they lose their humanity.
"I don't know what all this may lead to', I told her, 'but that's what's so exciting: in our absurd existence, I've invented something unexpected.'
Perhaps, somewhere, humanity is flourishing under the stars, unaware that a daughter of its blood is ending her days in silence.
She wondered when it had dawned on us that we were as much prisoners out in the open as we had been behind bars.
And what does it matter if I've become mute in a world where there is no one to talk to?
What does having lived mean once you are no longer alive?
Perhaps you never have time when you are alone? You only acquire it by watching it go by on others.
The briefest conversation creates time. Perhaps I have tried to create time through writing these pages. I begin, I fill them with words, I pile them up, and I still don't exist because nobody is reading them.
As long as the sheets of paper covered in my handwriting lie on this table, I can become a reality in someone's mind. Then everything will be obliterated, the suns will burn out and I will disappear like the universe....more
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