Just a few words.
Bow down, bow down before my magnificence!
I do not write for a while '. I guess you all were wondering why ..... It should be 'let's pretend that it does. Well, I was a bit 'busy. In fact, after spending honorably linguistics within 5 days I spent 2 exams! Basically I have given 4 exams within twenty / twentyfive days! Now for me
American literature has no more secrets (Mr thirty) and even less English literature, thirty and praise (my first! with a lot of compliments and assistant professor). Shakespeare makes me a saw, Kerouac, Poe, or Beckett .....
Among other things, a few words about two pleasant discovery I made thanks to my prof of their subjects: The first is
Flannery 'O Connor. Find a few short stories around because the girl he was good. Particularly good fun on Flannery. You know doctor House? You know when they can not understand what the patient has and they say Lupus. That she had it really the "lupus erythematosus"! Dead at thirty years.
Another pleasant surprise is a writer of Zimbabwe called Yvonne Vera (pictured). She too lucky: died at forty years of AIDS transfusion wrong!
few times I happened to fall in love with a book. Well, it happened to her. This woman wrote in a divine way! That rhythm, that style, it should be 'not enough if I get excited ...
Please, if you have to spend 16 Euro revenue to the library and ask for "the Virgin of the Rocks" by Yvonne Vera published by Frassinelli. Will not be disappointed and if you mean you do not understand a shit of literature!
Just to accept it I copy a piece of the book. Have you ever heard the sweetest words? I rarely.
"You are as beautiful as the setting. There is nothing that is more beautiful than you. Nothing that I can touch. There is none like you. When I separate the bark moist from a tree comes off as a separate and clear skin, the soft surface of the bark and the trunk is so pure, I could lick it. Not a single speck of dust you have ever been around, and has never breathed the sun, never smelled the day, no one has ever laid eyes on it if not me. I feel this way when I look in your eyes. Nothing has ever existed except your eyes. Nothing. "
For the record, the book is not for weak stomachs. Some scenes are a bit violent, but always told with great style.
If someone will read it and will want to discuss it (after I'm thirty and praise, I realized something the author on this !!!), I'll be happy to do so.
I have some other little thing to say but I do not feel like I have to go get drunk and maybe, since yesterday (day of the exam) did not succeed. Hello.
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