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“Bu makineyle ilgili herhangi bir arıza bildiri­ minde bulunmak için lütfen aşağıdaki numarayı arayınız.” Deneklerin haberi yoktu fakat numara, deneyi yürüten araş­ tırmacılardan birine aitti. Sizce kaç kişi numarayı arayıp makinenin arızalı oldu­ ğunu bildirmiştir?
Hiç."

Düşündüğün zekice ve derin benzetme bu değil Freida.

Started sooo cliche and plain.

"Dear readers, I don't know a single thing about you but oh my god, you're so important okay I'm holding your hand and if you're terrible human being picking up this book, you can change 🥺."

Instant eye rolling.

Duncan keeps it in a coffee mug on the shelf and calls it our pet."

Yeah. I have this superpower. I know I won't keep reading the book if I'm not satisfied in 2 pages.

I pushed my way through to his room, which was empty. Not empty of dirty boxers on the floor, or three-week-old Chinese takeout containers, or posters with girls in bikinis—just empty of Duncan."

It's like the author googled "how does a man's room look?" and went with the most cliche answer on Reddit.

He even teased me that he’d burn a meat-scented candle to help her feel at home.."

I feel so disappointed when I read something stupid on the first god damn page.

"He looked at me like, Duh. “To finally do something about all that sexual tension."

Right. Who finds that funny or sexy?

"teenagers think teenagers are the best humans." said no teenager ever.

They were right. The book is sooooo much better.

Sana kaç kere küfrettim sayamıyorum artık göt oğlu göt Nick.

Benlik değil ya hiç değil hem de

God, this is making me emotional. Chapter 38. 🥺

İki üç yerde sesli güldüm uzun zamandır kitap okurken gülmemiştim.

Aşırı sardı, karakterler ve olay örgüsü harika, akıcı ve empati yapması inanılmaz kolay insanlar çünkü hepsi hata dolu.

Chapter 20. Damn. 😔

Easily better than the other two books I’ve read by Fredrik Backman.

Büyükannesi ile büyükbabasına da çok üzüldüm y

"But all she can do is think continually about central heating, and she has to suffer it like she’s decided to suffer everything else—in silence!”

Honestly, what a bitch.

Jesus, this is too depressing. (I love it.)

I don't know if I feel sorry for the granny or aunt Lavinia more.

Not entirely but at my age I realized how much I am like this elderly woman. Delicate yet trying to conceale it behind an unwavering firmness.

“Life is no joke,” she once said to me. “Life can never be much of a joke for the thinking person."

I agree though.

"there is really nothing more unattractive than the sight of a young woman displaying a repulsive amount of arm. I am not going to mention this subject again.”


Shut the fuck up, granny.

As the handsome guardian’s hand closed around my neck now"

Oh yes, my mother was slaughter but nevermind, look at how handsome this guard is and how hot it is when he chokes me. Is this fucking real? Seriously? Who's the target audience here?

"And before that, and far worse, I’d stood silently in the street while my mother’s throat had been split wide open, spilling jets of hot, peasant blood into the sunbaked sand."

What happened to hello? How are you? This just isn't it. I already know the pacing will be terrible since the character starts off trauma dumping.

"Never forget…

Monsters thrive best in the dark. Prepare for war."


Are you fucking kidding me? The author thinks we're 5, apparently. I couldn't even make it till the first chapter.

People

Saeris – Sair-Iss

Rusarius — Roo-sar-ee-us

Omnamshacry — Om-nam-sha-cry

Iseabail — Ee-sha-bahl

Belikon —Bell-eh-con.

Oshellith — Oh-shay-lith.

Taladaius — Tal-ah-day-us

Daianthus — Day-an-thus

Lorreth — Lor-uth

Balquhidder Clan— Bal-kid-er (clan)

Te Lèna —Tay Len-Ah

Danya — Dan-Yah"

How am I supposed to take this seriously? For real?

Well, it all happens so fast. No setting whatsoever. We have no idea who they are or what is going on. So why do we care about those characters? They also have no idea what is going on. Dialogues are also like straight from a film script. I can see the author sitting in her chair and trying to create them.

Started interesting.

"He was cold, hungry, embarrassed, incompetent. He could scarcely distinguish between sleep and wakefulness now, on the third day, found no important differences, either, between walking and standing still.He wished everybody would leave him alone. “You guys go on without me,” he said again and again."


I'm about to cry.