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Recensione: “Per una volta nella vita”, Rainbow Rowell.

Titolo: Per una volta nella vita
Titolo originale: Eleanor&Park
Autore: Rainbow Rowell
Editore: Piemme
Pagine: 349
Anno: 2012

Eleanor è appena arrivata in città. La chioma riccia rosso fuoco e l’abbigliamento improbabile, ha lo sguardo basso di chi, in pasto al mondo, fa fatica a sopravvivere. Park ha tratti orientali che ha preso dalla madre coreana e veste sempre di nero. La musica è il suo rifugio per tenersi fuori dai guai. La loro storia inizia una mattina, sul bus che li porta a scuola. Park è immerso nella lettura dei suoi fumetti e perso tra le note degli Smiths, Eleanor si siede accanto a lui. Nessun altro le ha fatto posto, perché è nuova e parecchio strana. Il loro amore nasce dai silenzi, dagli sguardi lanciati appena l’altro è distratto. E li coglie alla sprovvista, perché nessuno dei due è abituato a essere il centro della vita di qualcuno. Tra insicurezze e paure, Eleanor e Park si scambiano il regalo più grande: amare quello che l’altro odia di sè, perché è esattamente ciò che lo rende speciale. Sarà la loro forza, perché anche se Eleanor non sopporta quegli sfigati di Romeo e Giulietta, anche il loro legame deve fare in conti con un bel po’ di ostacoli, primo fra tutti la famiglia di lei, dove il patrigno tiranneggia incontrastato. Riusciranno, per una volta nella vita, ad avere ciò che desiderano?

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#9 WWW Wednesday – @I_am_Europe edition!

Hello everyone!
As you already know if you follow me on Facebook, I’m taking over the @I_am_Europe Twitter account. It means I’m going to bumble in English until Sunday night, because on Monday somebody else will take my place. As you can see, I’m experimenting some difficulties trying to put together some content take makes sense, so I stop it here: here you can find more informations, which are well written and comprehensible. I honestly have no idea about how to explain the project, suddenly I feel like I can’t speak or write English AT ALL. But I’m going it anyway, because I’m enjoying the experience a lot and I thought it could be nice to share a blog post with all the nice people are talking with me these days. So, here we are! And since it’s Wednesday, it’s time to recap my readings with a WWW Wednesday!

WHAT ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING?

Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver.
For years, Grace has watched the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf—her wolf—is a chilling presence she can’t seem to live without.
Meanwhile, Sam has lived two lives: In winter, the frozen woods, the protection of the pack, and the silent company of a fearless girl. In summer, a few precious months of being human… until the cold makes him shift back again.
Now, Grace meets a yellow-eyed boy whose familiarity takes her breath away. It’s her wolf. It has to be. But as winter nears, Sam must fight to stay human—or risk losing himself, and Grace, forever.

WHAT DID YOU RECENTLY FINISH READING?

Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor&Park.

Two misfits.
One extraordinary love.
Eleanor
… Red hair, wrong clothes. Standing behind him until he turns his head. Lying beside him until he wakes up. Making everyone else seem drabber and flatter and never good enough…Eleanor.
Park… He knows she’ll love a song before he plays it for her. He laughs at her jokes before she ever gets to the punch line. There’s a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes her want to keep promises…Park.
Set over the course of one school year, this is the story of two star-crossed sixteen-year-olds—smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try.

Becca Fitzpatrick, Black Ice.
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Sometimes danger is hard to see… until it’s too late.
Britt Pfeiffer has trained to backpack the Teton Range, but she isn’t prepared when her ex-boyfriend, who still haunts her every thought, wants to join her. Before Britt can explore her feelings for Calvin, an unexpected blizzard forces her to seek shelter in a remote cabin, accepting the hospitality of its two very handsome occupants—but these men are fugitives, and they take her hostage.
In exchange for her life, Britt agrees to guide the men off the mountain. As they set off, Britt knows she must stay alive long enough for Calvin to find her. The task is made even more complicated when Britt finds chilling evidence of a series of murders that have taken place there… and in uncovering this, she may become the killer’s next target.
But nothing is as it seems in the mountains, and everyone is keeping secrets, including Mason, one of her kidnappers. His kindness is confusing Britt. Is he an enemy? Or an ally?
BLACK ICE is New York Times bestselling author Becca Fitzpatrick’s riveting romantic thriller set against the treacherous backdrop of the mountains of Wyoming. Falling in love should never be this dangerous…

Adi Alsaid, Let’s get lost.


Five strangers. Countless adventures. One epic way to get lost.
Four teens across the country have only one thing in common: a girl named LEILA. She crashes into their lives in her absurdly red car at the moment they need someone the most.
There’s HUDSON, a small-town mechanic who is willing to throw away his dreams for true love. And BREE, a runaway who seizes every Tuesday—and a few stolen goods along the way. ELLIOT believes in happy endings…until his own life goes off-script. And SONIA worries that when she lost her boyfriend, she also lost the ability to love.
Hudson, Bree, Elliot and Sonia find a friend in Leila. And when Leila leaves them, their lives are forever changed. But it is during Leila’s own 4,268-mile journey that she discovers the most important truth— sometimes, what you need most is right where you started. And maybe the only way to find what you’re looking for is to get lost along the way.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO READ NEXT?

James Dashner, The eye of mind.
Michael is a gamer. And like most gamers, he almost spends more time on the VirtNet than in the actual world. The VirtNet offers total mind and body immersion, and it’s addictive. Thanks to technology, anyone with enough money can experience fantasy worlds, risk their life without the chance of death, or just hang around with Virt-friends. And the more hacking skills you have, the more fun. Why bother following the rules when most of them are dumb, anyway?
But some rules were made for a reason. Some technology is too dangerous to fool with. And recent reports claim that one gamer is going beyond what any gamer has done before: he’s holding players hostage inside the VirtNet. The effects are horrific—the hostages have all been declared brain-dead. Yet the gamer’s motives are a mystery.
The government knows that to catch a hacker, you need a hacker.
And they’ve been watching Michael. They want him on their team.
But the risk is enormous. If he accepts their challenge, Michael will need to go off the VirtNet grid. There are back alleys and corners in the system human eyes have never seen and predators he can’t even fathom—and there’s the possibility that the line between game and reality will be blurred forever.

What about you? Do you plan your readings? As my followers know, I always try and always fail: when it comes to readings, there’s no way I can resist the urge to read a book, even if I already decided to read something else. Maybe one day I will, who knows!
Have a nice evening 🙂


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Recensione: “Fangirl”, Rainbow Rowell.

Centesimo post. Lo so, pare incredibile: è un traguardo non da poco, specie per me, e mi andava di festeggiare recensendo uno dei libri più difficili al mondo da recensire. Spero possiate perdonarmi lo sproloquio, la diarrea verbale e incredibilmente personale che mi ha colta ieri sera, ma proprio non ho saputo trattenermi… Buon inizio settimana, e buone letture!

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

Titolo: Fangirl
Titolo originale: Fangirl
Autore: Rainbow Rowell
Editore: St. Martin’s Press – Kindle edition
Pagine: 445
Anno: 2013

Giudizio: 5/5

Sinossi
Cath is a Simon Snow fan.
Okay, the whole world is a Simon Snow fan…
But for Cath, being a fan is her life—and she’s really good at it. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s what got them through their mother leaving.
Reading. Rereading. Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere.
Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. She doesn’t want to.
Now that they’re going to college, Wren has told Cath she doesn’t want to be roommates. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. She’s got a surly roommate with a charming, always-around boyfriend, a fiction-writing professor who thinks fan fiction is the end of the civilized world, a handsome classmate who only wants to talk about words… And she can’t stop worrying about her dad, who’s loving and fragile and has never really been alone.
For Cath, the question is: Can she do this?
Can she make it without Wren holding her hand? Is she ready to start living her own life? Writing her own stories?
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#12 Teaser Tuesday

Il cellulare sul bancone prese a vibrare, riportandomi alla realtà. Avevo ricevuto un messaggio. Allungai un braccio per controllare chi fosse il mittente, ma fui colpita da un tremore acuto. Quel tremore.
Aspettai, ormai rassegnata, che arrivasse anche il resto. Nausea. Vertigini. Vampate di calore seguire da brividi di freddo. Tachicardia. Una fastidiosa sensazione di formicolio in tutto il corpo. E infine, quell’insopportabile impressione di star soffocando. Mi accasciai al suolo, sperando e pregando che nessun cliente entrasse in quel momento e mi trovasse in quello stato.
Il dottore definì tutto ciò come DAP: disturbo da attacchi di panico.
Col tempo avevo imparato a gestirli e controllarli, dovevo stare calma, svuotare la mente, fare respiri profondi. Ultimamente la musica mi era di grande aiuto, peccato non avessi l’mp3 a portata di mano. Mi chiesi quanto ancora avrei dovuto sopportare quella situazione estenuante. La mia vita, da qualche tempo, poteva essere riassunta in due parole: in bilico.

“Okay. Let’s start with a question that doesn’t really have an answer… Why do we write fiction?”
One of the older students, a guy, decides he was game. “To express ourselves,” he offered.
“Sure,” Professor Piper said, “Is that why you write?”
The guy nodded.
“Okay… why else?”
“Because we like the sound of our own voices,” a girl said. She hade hair like Wren’s, but maybe even cooler. She looked like Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby (wearing a pair of Ray-Bans).
“Yes,” Professor Pipe laughed. It was a fairy laugh, Cath thought. “That’s why I write, defenetly. That’s why I teach.” They all laughed with her. “Why else?”
Why do I write? Cath tried to come up with a profound answer – knowing she wouldn’t speak up, even if she did.
“To explore new worlds.”
“To explore old ones,” someone else said. Professor Piper was nodding.
To be somewhere else, Cath tought.
“So…” Professor Pipe purred, “maybe to make sense to ourselves?”
“To set ourselver free,” a girl said.
To get free of ourselves.
“To show people what it’s like inside our heads,” said a boy in tight red jeans.
“Assuming they want to know,” Professore Piper added. Everyone laughed.
“To make people laugh.”
“To get attention.”
“Because it’s all we know how to do.”
“Speak for yourself,” the professor said, “I play the piano. But keep going — I love this. I love it.”
“To stop hearing the voices in our heard”, said the boy in front of Cath. He had short dark hair that came to a dusky point at the back of his neck.
To stop, Cath thought. To stop being anything or anywhere at all.
“To leave our mark”, Mia Farrow said.
“To create something that will outlive us.”
The boy in front of Cath spoke up again: “Asexual reproduction”.
Cath imagined herself at her laptop. She tried to put into words how it felt, what happened when it was good, when it was working, when the words were coming out of her before she knew they were, bubbling from her chest, like rhyming, like rapping, like jump-roping, she thought, jumping just before the rope hits your ankles.
“To share something true”, another girl said. Another pair of raybans.
Chat shook her head.
“Why do we write fiction?” Professor Piper asked.
Cath looked down at her notebook.
To disappear.


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#11 Teaser Thursday

Lo so, lo so. Ho slittato da martedì a giovedì, ma a mia discolpa posso dire che non l’ho fatto apposta: mi sono ritrovata ad iniziare due libri da zero lunedì e non ho avuto il tempo materiale di arrivare ad identificare un teaser decente da proporti. Quindi, per farmi perdonare, oggi ve ne propongo due. Buona serata, bestiarole!

Walking to class, Cath couldn’t shake the feeling that she was pretending to be a college student in a coming-of-age movie. The setting was perfect – rolling green lawns, brick buildings, kids everywhere with backpacks. Cath shifted her bag uncomfortably on her back. Look at me – I’m a stock photo of a college student.
She made it to American History ten minutes early, which still wasn’t early enough to get a desk at the back of the class. Everybody in the room looked awkward and nervous, like they’d spent way too much time deciding what to wear.
(Start as you mean to go on, Cath had thought when she laid out her clothes last night. Jeans. Simon T-shirt. Green Cardigan.)

Infastidita, cercavo di rimodellare le pieghe del mio vestito bagnato. Non che ci fosse molto da fare, ormai, si sa che le macchie di fango non vengono via facilmente, soprattutto con le mani, soprattutto quando il vestito in questione è di lino bianco. Un vero gentiluomo mi era appena passato a distanza ravvicinata con la sua 4×4, schizzando l’acqua sporca di una pozzanghera direttamente sulla gonna del mio nuovo abito pagato una fortuna; o meglio, le paghette di cinque mesi.
“Maledizione!” imprecai, mentre cercavo di assumere un atteggiamento minimamente dignitoso. Sarebbe stato proprio il caso, date le circostanze.


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#3 Incipit Madness – settembre 2014

O-mio-Dio. Già ottobre? Ma siamo seri? Ma è uno scherzo? Se è uno scherzo non è affatto divertente!
Settembre è stato un mese strano, ricco di sorprese e sorrisi, ma fondamentalmente un po’ povero di letture… gli incipit non sono moltissimi, ma se non altro nessuno di questi libri – con l’eccezione de La Straniera – mi ha deluso.
Voi, invece, che cosa avete letto? Siete soddisfatti delle vostre scelte?

Uno sbattere di imposte nella bufera di vento fu l’unico segno della sua incursione.  Si era arrampicata sul muro del giardino del tetro maniero senza che la vedesse anima viva,  e fra il rombo dei tuoi e le raffiche che infuriavano al largo del mare vicino, si era inerpicata sulla grondaia ed era saltata sul davanzale, sgattaiolando nel corridoio del secondo piano senza farsi sentire.
— Sarah J. Maas, La corona di mezzanotte.

Di gente che sparisce, ce n’è in continuazione. Chiedete alla polizia. Ancora meglio, chiedete a un giornalista. Per i giornalisti le sparizioni sono il pane quotidiano. Ragazze che scappano di casa. Bambini che si allontanano dai genitori e scompaiono. Casalinghe che si scrollano di dosso le loro catene e, con i soldi della spesa, prendono un taxi per la stazione. Finanzieri internazionali che cambiano nome e svaniscono nel fumo di sigari d’importazione. Molti vengono alla fine ritrovati, vivi o morti. Le sparizioni, dopo tutto, hanno una spiegazione. Quasi sempre.
— Diana Gabaldon, La straniera.

Fu la puzza che cominciò a far impazzire Thomas.
Non il fatto di essere da solo da più di tre settimane. Non i muri, il soffitto e i pavimenti bianchi. Né la mancanza di finestre o il fatto che non spegnessero mai le luci. Niente di tutto ciò.
— James Dashner, La rivelazione.

In una piccola valle circondata da boschi e pascoli, su fondamenta vecchie di due secoli, sorge il mulino o, più esattamente, quello che ne è rimasto dopo un grande incendio. Un ruscello scorre attraverso il podere formando una curva, e vicino si trovano uno stagno con un fitto canneto, dei prati e un boschetto di pioppi, olmi e salici. Oltre a questi, ci sono anche dei faggi, querce, abeti, aceri, betulle e, fa un albero e l’altro, cespugli di nocciolo, ligustro e sambuco. Una splendida piccola oasi, lontana dal traffico rumoroso delle grandi città.
— Eberhard Trumler, A tu per tu con il cane.

Erano passate dodici ore. L’aveva vista per l’ultima volta quella mattina alle otto. Distrutto dalla stanchezza e dalla fame, Stanley si lasciò cadere a terra. Come diamine faceva a trovare una creatura più leggera e più silenziosa del vento? La chiamò ancora una volta, ma la sua voce fu catturata e portata via, oltre i ciuffi di carici. In tutto il giorno, mentre la cercava, aveva visto solo cinque cani. Adesso ce n’erano meno a Longridge, come c’era meno di tutto, a causa della guerra.
— Sam Angus, Per te qualsiasi cosa. 

I’m late. I stand outside the doorway of my Western civ class, caught in a dilemma. Either to go in and have thirty pairs of eyes stare  at me or leave, which means missing my test. The decision is already made, I only need to open the door and walk in.
— Denise Grover Swank, After math.

There was a boy in her room.
Cath looked up at the number painted on the door, then down at the room assignment in her hand. Pound Hall, 913. This was defenetly room 913, but maybe it wasn’t Pund Hall – all these dormitories looked alike, like publuc housing towers for the elderly. Maybe Cath should try to catch her dad before he brought up the rest of her boxes.
— Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl.

La storia della nostra razza è sempre stata un susseguirsi di battaglie e tradimenti, alleanze e decisioni, a volte sbagliate e a volte giuste, un susseguirsi di morti dettate dal desiderio di supremazia che possiede l’uomo nel tentar di prevalere su altre genti e altre specie.
— Marika Cavaletto & Chiara B. D’Oria, Lithium (libro primo).