tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73302865819691298222024-03-12T22:47:31.544-03:00Na Parede do QuartoAna Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.comBlogger653125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-76995770213561465402013-06-08T22:31:00.001-03:002013-06-09T00:22:39.464-03:00Carta de despedida ao leitor<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Está tarde agora. E
este é um daqueles textos que a gente encontra uma dificuldade tremenda para
escrever, então peço desculpa desde já por qualquer oração sem sentido e, de antecipação,
por tudo que direi aqui. São palavras e mais palavras desconexas que já
poderiam ter sido ditas, que ecoaram em minha mente ao longo de alguns meses e
nela se instalaram, como um mal aguardando de maneira silenciosa até se
manifestar. E então se manifesta agora (me manifesto agora), em tom literário,
como sempre foi e deveria ter sido.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Desde que tenho cerca
de 12 anos de idade, tenho também um blog. Em alguns momentos, foram até dois,
para ser franca. Nada de muito consistente, no entanto. Apenas mais algumas
páginas estranhas de uma garota que, como várias outras ao longo desta fase,
estava começando a desbravar os territórios obscuros da adolescência. Talvez
apenas novos, diferentes... Hoje eu não saberia dizer. Os antigos medos foram
exorcizados. Outros prometeram vir pela frente.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Em 2010, todavia,
consegui, pela primeira vez, unir minha paixão por Literatura ao amor pela
escrita – duas coisas que, aliás, de uma forma ou de outra, sempre tinham
caminhado juntas ao longo de minha vida – e criei o Na Parede do Quarto ao lado
de duas amigas, um blog tão tímido quanto os outros, mas o único no qual passei
a vislumbrar maior potencial. E o primeiro que, mais tarde, se tornou um blog
real. Um blog capaz de atrair leitores, de chamar atenção de um público
interessado pelos mesmos assuntos e de receber aqueles comentários sensacionais
nos quais nossos textos eram elogiados deveras. Um site feito com todo o
carinho de uma jovem motivada pela euforia e que, com o tempo, teve papel
fundamental na compreensão que passei a ter de meu próprio eu. Um site que,
além de meio pelo qual era possível compartilhar gostos literários, também
formou a consciência crítica e responsável da blogueira que lhes fala.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Antes e, por algum
tempo, durante o NPQ, minha vontade era viver para escrever. Ou escrever para
viver. A literatura, afinal, já àquela época tinha se mostrado como um caminho
sedutor para quem tão envolvida se sentia pela refinada arte das palavras. A
leitura, para quem habituada a ela estava, era também um aconchego, uma ternura
antiga e um deslumbramento sempre atual, constante e etéreo, daqueles que a
gente carrega ao longo de todo o percurso, haja o que houver. Num momento
inexplicável, porém, o tal do Jornalismo – avassalador, fantasioso e com pinta
de quem não iria vingar – “houve”, acabou se alojando sutilmente em minha
consciência e, de forma homeopática, em meu coração já tão carregado de livros
e de vontade de saber.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coexistindo de maneira
saudável, Literatura e Jornalismo (letras maiúsculas para me referir às duas
modalidades como pessoas, tais quais a minha consciência as representa) têm
sido o combustível para meus textos neste blog desde então. Mais literários que
jornalísticos, é verdade, no entanto sempre inspirados um pelo outro. E o Na
Parede do Quarto, em meio a tudo isso, viveu momentos de glória para minha
mente encantada: as citações em outros blogs; o carinho de quem visitava – e
retornava! - a página; o debate gerado por um texto contrário ao de uma
articulista do Portal Terra; as parcerias com as editoras que sempre admirei em
anonimato; a oportunidade de ter acesso a um livro com muita antecedência; a
aproximação do conhecimento sobre a produção editorial; a vontade de também,
por um ímpeto pretensioso, fazer literatura. O desejo de ser conhecida e de
conhecer mais, de devorar romances de maneira ávida e de conversar com leitores
e amigos blogueiros sobre as coisas maravilhosas (ou terríveis) que tinha lido.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Daí as cartas começaram
a chegar em casa num momento em que todo esse reconhecimento era apreciado de
forma quase religiosa. Eram bilhetes, às vezes textos bem longos também,
acompanhados de cartelas de adesivos, marcadores e de todas essas coisinhas que
nós, como leitores, passamos a adorar. Mas eram acompanhados especialmente da
alegria e do retorno que apenas me motivavam a escrever mais e mais, a melhorar
e a explorar a blogosfera literária para a qual eu me dedicava. E foram tempos
dourados, como foram! Tempos enriquecedores, que também me causaram eventuais
problemas e dores de cabeça, os quais, todavia, sempre foram recompensados com
a felicidade de um comentário gigante no dia seguinte.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A partir do final do
ano passado, porém, comecei lentamente a sentir um revés em relação ao blog.
Estava estressada com a fase pré-vestibular e tinha enormes dificuldades, desde
aquela época, para responder comentários e visitar as páginas de outros amigos.
Foi o primeiro momento em que, sinceramente, pensei em desistir de tudo isto.
Mas a fase ruim passou, a Fernanda e a Karine chegaram para ajudar a mim e a
Letícia e, pelas quase 14.000 visitas em janeiro deste ano, voltei a crer que
estava no meu rumo. Ainda, como declarei em texto do qual alguns se lembrarão:
prometi que ficaria.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Em fevereiro, então,
mais precisamente ao final do mês, iniciei um caminho que hoje classificaria
sem volta rumo ao Jornalismo, aquele a quem dei os braços para me guiar como
profissão e a quem, lentamente, acabei me entregando de corpo inteiro. Foi aqui
que o blog começou a perder sinceramente a sua força e eu, como blogueira,
minha vontade e o tempo para me dedicar a tudo isso. Pela primeira vez nesses
quase três anos, senti-me desnorteada. O que estava fazendo aqui mesmo?<o:p></o:p></div>
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E o descontentamento
foi constante. Quando eu dormia mais do que o esperado, enquanto poderia estar
postando ou respondendo aos comentários, acordava irritada, triste. Depois
vinham uns acessos de dedicação, uma madrugada insone assistindo a vídeos de
outros blogs e conversando com gente que me remetia a uma época áurea do Na
Parede do Quarto. Foi quando eu me dei conta de que, em nome de tudo aquilo que
vocês já me ofereceram, não tinha mais o suficiente para oferecer. Minhas
migalhas de blogueira apenas degradavam uma coisa que, ao lado de pessoas
incríveis, construí com genuíno carinho. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Há duas semanas, enfim,
a conclusão fatídica deste blog martelou em minha mente. Provocou grandes
dúvidas, causou uma intensa sensação de letargia e, ao fim, uma paz pessoal que
seria difícil de explicar. Conversei com pessoas mais próximas, contei às
meninas e, principalmente, à minha consciência. A hora, desta vez, e eu já
sabia há algum tempo, tinha chegado.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Então hoje, peço perdão
por estes milhares de caracteres, venho aqui oficialmente me despedir de vocês.
Com o coração apertado e a saudade já batendo fortemente, concretizo, com este
texto, o adeus do Na Parede do Quarto. Para vocês, o adeus <i>ao</i> Na Parede do Quarto.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nesta minha última
apresentação ao estimado público desta página, fico humildemente de joelhos
para agradecer a presença de cada leitor que passou, que ficou e que, por algum
motivo, trouxe outro leitor àquilo que construímos. Àqueles que comentaram e
auxiliaram na construção de um debate sadio e inteligente, deixo um beijo e um
abraço sinceros. Aos autores, editoras e demais profissionais que confiaram em nosso
trabalho, todo o meu respeito e gratidão. A quem elogiou ou reclamou e colocou
a boca no trombone, pelas críticas construtivas, um muito obrigada. Também a
você, que está lendo isto agora, pela paciência, pelo respeito e pelo
interesse.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Como jornalista,
continuo amante da Literatura, disposta a ler, comentar e amar cada novo
romance que por algum motivo cair em minhas mãos. Mas também como jornalista,
passo a compreender o mundo de um panorama mais amplo, que não pode ser
limitado e que, futuramente, talvez me leve a escrever em outro blog, em outros
caminhos. E que lá, neste lugar distante, nossos caminhos ainda se cruzem para
que possamos construir, com o mesmo carinho e dedicação, o que construímos no
Na Parede do Quarto.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Acompanhada da
relutância natural de qualquer despedida, enfim, deixo o meu adeus. E também
meus agradecimentos, e também minhas paixões. Deixo, acima de tudo, um blog
feito especialmente para cada um de vocês. Um blog que, com suas atividades
suspensas, passa a viver de maneira longeva em minha memória e, espero, na de
todos nós.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Muito obrigada.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Ana Ferreira</b></div>
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Não é fácil dizer adeus. Principalmente para algo que você acompanhou desde o início. O NPQ cresceu tanto nesses anos, mudou a cara várias vezes, apresentou novas ideias, ganhou novos leitores... E hoje, infelizmente, é tempo de dizer adeus. Obrigada por tudo de bom que vocês nos proporcionaram, a todos os comentários e respostas as nossas postagens que nos deixavam felizes por saber que alguém gostava e apoiava nosso trabalho. Muito Obrigada! Seguiremos nossa vida, tomares rumos diferentes, mas tenho certeza que lembraremos sempre de todos e, especialmente, do blog. Um grande beijo,</div>
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O Na Parede do Quarto já faz parte de mim e é difícil ter que lidar com o fim. Pelo pouco tempo que passei aqui, eu cresci bastante como escritora, conheci novas pessoas e tive experiências incríveis. Tenho apenas a agradecer pelo carinho com o qual fui recebida já na primeira postagem. É triste sim ter que dizer adeus ao blog mas tenho certeza que sempre nos lembraremos dele com muito carinho. Muito obrigada por tudo! Com carinho, </div>
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Antes de chegar a parte triste, que é de fato me despedir de
vocês, queria antes dizer algumas coisinhas. Primeiramente, eu adoro escrever,
e adoro escrever pra vocês. Sempre fiz isso com o maior gosto e sempre tentei
ser o mais atenciosa possível com vocês. Sempre me esforcei para responder a
todos os comentários e não deixar ninguém no vácuo. Tentei escrever bem, tentei
expressar claramente minha opnião sobre os livros e muitas vezes tentei
convencer vocês a lerem certos livros que adorei haha. Enfim, tentei dar o meu
melhor e espero que vocês tenham apreciado minhas resenhas e minhas críticas,
positivas ou não. Eu sempre adorei ler e espero continuar sendo uma leitora
voraz e espero que vocês continuem também. Leiam muito, muitos e muitos livros!
Eu amei estar escrevendo esses meses pra vocês e espero que vocês tenham
gostado. Não sei se vocês estão sabendo da Turnê Intrinseca que vai acontecer
em SP, bem eu provavelmente irei, se algum de vocês forem e quiserem, me
procurem. Meu facebook está aqui para contato: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/karine.pestana">https://www.facebook.com/karine.pestana</a>.
E o evento da turnê: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/256856907793920/">https://www.facebook.com/events/256856907793920/</a>.
Espero encontrar algum de vocês lá. Estou sempre disponível para conversar
sobre livros, então, pode chamar no chat a vontade caso vocês queiram dicas ou
a minha opinião sobre certo livro. Ok, inicialmente esse texto era para ter uma
cinco linhas, acho que acabei passando um pouco. É triste me despedir de vocês,
mas aqui vai: tchau pra vocês, agradeço muuuuuuuito a todos que acompanham o
blog e eu vou sentir saudades de vocês e de claro, escrever pra vocês. Um
abraço e um beijo pra vocês!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-58333044031694327542013-05-31T21:27:00.000-03:002013-05-31T21:27:32.436-03:00Just Listen, de Sarah Dessen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"Ele tem uma missão quase impossível: fazer com que Annabel 'Não pense nem julgue. Apenas ouça'".</i></blockquote>
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<i>Just Listen</i> nos trás a história de Annabel, uma garota que tem potencial para ser uma das pessoas mais felizes do mundo, já que, como todos julgam, ela tem de tudo. Só que não é bem assim. Sua amiga Sophie não é mais sua amiga e assim acontece o mesmo com Emily e Clarke.</div>
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Annabel tem grandes dificuldades de lidar com conflitos. Trabalha como modelo, mas só porque sua mãe quer, não porque gosta. Annabel se vê então envolvida em um drama familiar. Sua irmã do meio está doente, seus pais não a veem como deveriam ver. E tudo é uma grande confusão.</div>
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O relacionamento mãe-filha é bem focado no livro, assim como o relacionamento de irmãs. Já que Annabel tem duas, Kristen e Whitney. Vivendo nesse drama familiar, Annabel acaba sendo a única filha que não dá trabalho, também, não era pra menos, já que a mesma guarda todos os sentimentos para si própria. Ela sofre em silencio. E se preocupa em não magoar a todos.</div>
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A vida de Annabel está de ponta cabeça. Até Owen aparecer nela. Ok, ele bagunça um pouco mais a sua vida, mas é para melhor. Owen é um cara sincero que respira música. Música eletrônica e músicas estranhas, como diz Annabel. Owen não é nem um santo, contudo ele está tentando ser uma pessoa melhor. Sua reputação é péssima, mas a de Annabel também não é lá essas coisas. Eles estudam na mesma escola e nunca haviam reparado muito um no outro. Ele também é DJ de uma radio comunitária por isso existe toda uma influência musical na história. Ele faz várias <i>playlists</i> para Annabel. Uma mais diferente de outra. Achei que esse toque musical à história ficou muito bom, é um modo de ver como a musica influencia a nossa vida e muitos momentos nela. Owen ajuda Annabel a ser mais sincera já que ela própria se julga uma mentirosa, que mente mal, por sinal. Owen não é o típico garoto de um livro juvenil, ele é diferente. Ele não tem nada de surpreendente, nem de lindo de arrancar os cabelos e muito menos de arrancar suspiros dos leitores. Ele é fofo e lindo, mas à sua maneira, que é diferente da maneira com que estamos acostumados a ler e ver por aí.</div>
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<i>"Mas agora, olhando para Owen, tudo voltou. Não apenas o dia que resultou nisso, mas todas as vezes desde que ele fez isso pela primeira vez, oferecendo não apenas a sua mão, mas uma amizade que me salvou. Eu estava sozinha e com medo e, sim, com raiva, e de alguma maneira Owen enxergou isso, mesmo quando todas as outras pessoas preferiram desviar o olhar e fingir que nada estava acontecendo."</i></blockquote>
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No começo, a leitura foi um pouco cansativa, inclusive por eu estar lendo pelo <i>pc</i>. Contudo, a partir da metade, li o livro de uma vez só. O livro aborda temas pesados e profundos de uma forma leve, acho que isso é um pouco característico de Sarah Dessen. Este é o segundo livro que leio dela, li <i>Como Salvar uma Vida</i> e simplesmente me encantei, com esse livro nem tanto. Apesar de ter de tudo para ser um livro bom, não sei, achei ele comum demais. Ele não me conquistou. Adorei os personagens, eles são bem construídos. A família de Annabel e as relações são completamente bem fundamentadas. O livro é bem escrito, acho que por isso que vou procurar ler mais Sarah Dessen mesmo assim.</div>
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<i>"Seja uma música, uma pessoa ou uma história, não há como saber de algo quando se conhece apenas um trecho, quando se deu uma rápida olhada ou se ouviu parte de um refrão."</i></blockquote>
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<b>Karine Pestana</b></div>
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O tempo é, talvez, uma das questões existenciais que mais intrigam o homem. Também caracterizador ou descaracterizador de uma narrativa, vem sob o papel de protagonista em <i>Destino Sombrio</i>.</div>
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Dividida entre duas perspectivas que, por sua vez, narram fragmentos do passado, do presente e do futuro prestes a coincidirem, a história introduzida ao leitor é a de Gildo, um jovem que avança misteriosamente pela estrada, em clima de tensão, como quem tem algo a esconder. Paralelamente a isso, uma mulher conta algumas de suas desventuras amorosas em tom cáustico e aquele mesmo Gildo, no futuro, faz uma visita ao irmão e à cunhada, que acabaram de ter uma filha.</div>
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Num tom desconexo e aparentemente sem sentido, Luís Dill conduz seu romance de maneira genial, com a habilidade reconhecida de quem sabe contar histórias, até mesmo aquelas em que a simplicidade é palavra de lei. Em meio a conversas de bar, a uma festa qualquer, a uma visita à família e a muitas gírias típicas de jovens, o livro esconde algo deveras sombrio em sua essência, como aponta o título.</div>
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" - E outra - ela continua -, se eu não encontrar a minha metade da laranja, vou procurar minha metade do limão mesmo, botar açúcar, cachaça, gelo e pronto, tudo resolvido."<br />
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O que provavelmente vai chamar a atenção dos leitores de primeira viagem, contudo, é o belíssimo trabalho de edição feito pela Editora Seguinte, o qual dialoga diretamente com a narrativa, conferindo a ela um tom ainda mais especial.</div>
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Luís Dill conseguiu reunir, enfim, em poucas páginas, uma daquelas histórias que surpreendem na medida certa e que, apesar de curtas, chamam a atenção por sua ousadia e por seu estilo evidente, impossível de não se reconhecer. Uma boa mistura de ironia e de suspense que até faz lembrar um conto que a gente lê num curto, curtinho espaço de tempo.</div>
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<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Autor:</b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> Luís Dill</span></div>
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O porto-alegrense <b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Luís Augusto Campello Dill</span></b> nasceu em 1965. Como jornalista, atuou nos mais variados meios de comunicação (rádio, jornal, tv), e atualmente é produtor executivo da rádio FM Cultura. Já publicou mais de vinte livros e participou de inúmeras coletâneas. Também é colaborador de jornais e revistas, e escreve roteiros para curtas e longas metragens. Possui o site <a href="http://www.luisdill.com.br/">www.luisdill.com.br</a>, através do qual troca impressões com os leitores.</div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-84953151885375959722013-05-24T23:45:00.000-03:002013-05-25T00:36:10.625-03:00A Elite, de Kiera Cass<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Atenção: Tentei evitar dar spoilers do primeiro livro, mas como se trata de uma sequência, é inevitável a citação de fatos do primeiro livro.</div>
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Em "A Elite", a narrativa continua em primeira pessoa e sendo narrada por America Singer, uma adolescente que foi escolhida para participar da Seleção, um grande reality show onde o príncipe escolhe sua princesa e futura rainha de Illéa. Na segunda "etapa" que forma a elite, America, Natalie, Celeste, Marlee, Kriss e Elise ainda estão disputando o coração do príncipe Maxon.</div>
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No segundo volume também são esclarecidos mais fatos sobre a criação da Illéa e de como aconteceram a Terceira e a Quarta Guerra Mundial. É super envolvente o modo com o qual a autora nos traz isso.</div>
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Os rebeldes estão cada vez mais perto. E os conflitos estão aumentando
no mundo. É hora de fazer contatos políticos e de, talvez, se preparar
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<span style="text-align: justify;">A disputa está cada vez mais acirrada e America conta com seu coração dividido entre Aspen e Maxon. Um Dois e um Um. Um soldado e um príncipe. Aspen é um amor seguro, e a pessoa com que America sempre acreditou que iria passar o resto da sua vida, enquanto que Maxon representa a insegurança em se tornar princesa, mas talvez seja por quem seu coração bata mais forte. No primeiro livro, eu era totalmente </span><i style="text-align: justify;">team Maxon</i><span style="text-align: justify;">, mas esse segundo me deixou com dúvida. Adorei a história, no geral, mas ela me fez gostar um pouco menos do Maxon e talvez, menos ainda do Aspen. Façam suas apostas, quem será que America vai escolher? Aspen ou Maxon?</span><br />
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a coisa mais maravilhosa e terrível que pode acontecer com você. Você
sabe que encontrou algo incrível e quer levá-lo para sempre consigo. E
um segundo depois de ter aquilo, você fica com medo de perder. (...) O
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Li várias resenhas de "A Elite" antes de ler o livro e um comentário que
se destacou entre elas foi o fato de que boa parte dos autores das
resenhas acharam que esse livro foi melhor do que "A seleção". Pessoalmente, concordo de maneira plena. "A Elite" é aquele tipo de romance para
se sentar e ler de uma vez de tão empolgante que é. A escrita e
narrativa evoluíram de uma forma surpreendente e empolgante. O livro me
empolgou do começo ao fim. Tinha lido o primeiro e pensado "Ah, só
mais um livro distópico". Depois de ler o segundo, todavia, paguei pela minha
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Entrar na cabeça da America é uma confusão só. E a autora consegue nos passar exatamente isso. Os sentimentos da protagonista, a confusão, suas dúvidas e angústias. Juro pra vocês que senti na pele o caos em que se encontra a vida de America. O modo como os detalhes bombásticos são encaixados também foi algo que me agradou. O livro é repleto de surpresas e revelações o tempo todo, de forma que acaba prendendo a leitura do leitor, quem não consegue parar de lê-lo até ter terminado o livro. E aposto que, se todos que leram "A Elite" tivessem em mãos a sequência, leriam diretamente, sem pensar duas vezes.</div>
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Para quem já gostou de "A Seleção" leia logo "A Elite", o livro consegue ser muito melhor que o primeiro. Você que ainda não deu uma chance pra história ou deu e se decepcionou com o primeiro, acho que é hora de tentar de novo. Leia "A Elite", mas já aviso, você vai ficar com o coração na mão durante a leitura inteira.</div>
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Karine Pestanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10654788876436440280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-81180829130191481582013-05-23T16:23:00.001-03:002013-05-23T16:23:55.176-03:00O Cavaleiro Fantasma, de Cornelia Funke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jon Whitcroft acabou de ser mandado a um internato e sua mãe está de namorado novo, existe algo mais lamentável? Sim! Ele deixou pra trás seus amigos, irmãs e cachorro, além de ter passado dias tendo pesadelos com a sua mais nova escola. Como se tudo já não estivesse ruim o bastante, ele passa a ser perseguido, na nova cidade, por assustadores fantasmas que desejam vingança por coisas que aconteceram até mesmo antes da mãe de Jon ser nascida. </div>
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Ninguém na nova escola parece acreditar que Jon realmente viu fantasmas, o que o leva a inventar uma desculpa para o seu surto no dia anterior. Apenas Ella acredita no garoto e vai até ele descobrir exatamente o que está acontecendo. Ela é uma garota esperta, neta de uma estranha senhora, que cria sapos e leva a vida fazendo visitas guiadas sobre fantasmas nas igrejas locais. Zelda entende tudo de fantasmas, e Ella não fica atrás, a garota ajudará Jon a desvendar um dos maiores mistérios sobre o passado de sua família.</div>
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<i>O Cavaleiro Fantasma</i> carrega o selo jovem da Companhia das Letras e foi escrito por uma das mais premiadas autoras da literatura infanto-juvenil atual. Cornelia Funke encanta sempre em suas obras e esse livro não fica atrás, ela mistura o sobrenatural com o cotidiano de um jeito que fica fácil acreditar que fantasmas realmente existem e é nesse contexto em que se desenrola o livro. </div>
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A narrativa em primeira pessoa de Jon é muito envolvente e ele é um menino adorável, mas meu personagem favorito foi exatamente aquele que empresta seu nome ao título. O Cavaleiro Fantasma é um herói, daqueles que têm um lado sombrio e um pouco assustador, mas seu coração é nobre e sua causa é justa. O livro tem um contexto real, os cenários existem, de fato, e os personagens são inspirados em pessoas que a autora conhece, o que dá uma beleza a mais à trama.</div>
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A capa do livro também me deixou apaixonada, apesar de meio difícil de se ver pela foto, ela tem detalhes em prata e branco além de ter uma ilustração maravilhosa. Mesmo acreditando que não se deve julgar um livro pela capa, ao abrir o envelope e olhar para o desenho, eu tive certeza de que este seria um daqueles livros que não parariam na minha estante, porque merece ser lido e apreciado por todos.<br />
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Olá, pessoal! Como vocês estão? Hoje vou falar pra vocês um pouquinho da cantora, compositora e atriz Ariana Grande. Quem já assistiu ao seriado <i>Brilhante Victória</i> na Nicklodeon a conhece. Interpretando o papel da "lerdinha" Cat, uma menina que, de tão sem noção, era muito engraçada. A série teve fim este ano (já estava desde 2010 no ar) e ela foi tão espetacular no papel que a Nick assinou com ela e a Jennette McCurdy (Sam de ICarly) para uma série só delas duas, intitulada "Sam&Cat". </div>
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Apadrinhada no ramo da música por ninguém menos que Katy Perry, seu primeiro álbum está previsto para estrear ainda este ano. O primeiro single, "The Way", em parceria com Mac Miller, já está bombando nas rádios de todo mundo. Ela disse que seu álbum será bem pessoal, afinal, ela escreve suas músicas como se fossem seu diário. Também garante que o som é uma mistura dos anos 50 e 60 com os dias atuais. Hm... Diferente, não?</div>
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Como uma adolescente qualquer, ela também tem seus relacionamentos. Em 2012, começou a namorar Jai Brooks, da banda australiana Janoskians. Eles namoravam a distância e faziam isso dar certo! Só em dezembro de 2012 que eles foram se encontrar pela (pasmem!) primeira vez em Nova Iorque. Infelizmente, em Março de 2013 eles terminaram, alegando que a distância era muito grande, mas que ainda eram bons amigos. Mas amor é amor e os pombinhos voltaram! Você pode ver várias fotos dos dois juntos no instagram e twitter de ambos (arianagrande e jaibrooks95).<br />
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Você me dá aquele tipo de coisa "quero o tempo todo, preciso todo dia". Numa escala de 1 a 10, estou no 100. Nunca tenho suficiente, não consigo ficar longe. Se você quer, você tem, você tem todo dia. Você consegue qualquer coisa que precisar de mim. Vou ficar ao seu lado, nunca vou deixá-lo, eu não vou a lugar algum por que você me mantém aqui. Então não se preocupe, amor, você me tem! Eu tenho um garoto mau, eu tenho que admitir... Você tem meu coração, não sei como você fez e eu não me importo com quem está vendo. Eu não quero esconder o jeito que eu me sinto quando você está perto de mim e eu amo o jeito que você me faz sentir!</blockquote>
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Você pensa que é tão pequeno, tão pequenino. Só apenas uma centelha nas luzes da cidade... Passando por estranhos lado a lado na rua, com eles acelerando o passo, você pensa que nunca vai deixar a sua marca... Sentado assistindo o mundo enquanto ele se desfaz. (...) Se dermos um pouco de amor, talvez poderemos mudar o mundo.</blockquote>
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E então, o que acharam dessa fofa?? Aproveita e segue ela lá no twitter, ela está sempre respondendo os fãs e os seguindo de volta! (acreditem, é verdade, ontem ela me seguiu aha *-*)</div>
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">PROMOÇÃO ENCERRADA: CONFIRA O RESULTADO ABAIXO</span></b></div>
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Em minha resenha, tentei deixar claro o quão envolvida fiquei pela leitura de "A Queda dos Reinos":<br />
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"Surpreendente em quase todos os sentidos possíveis, incrivelmente maduro e com algumas visíveis referências literárias a outras séries épicas talvez "maiores", A Queda dos Reinos é um belo início para uma coleção que, por essência, já nasceu promissora." <b><a href="http://www.naparededoquarto.com/2013/05/a-queda-dos-reinos-de-morgan-rhodes.html">Trecho da resenha publicada no blog</a></b></blockquote>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-76475179644447378712013-05-19T20:36:00.004-03:002013-05-27T08:42:52.925-03:00Entre o Agora e o Nunca, de J.A. Redmerski<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"Ontem me perguntei por que eu sentia necessidade de me levantar exatamente na mesma hora do dia anterior e fazer tudo como fiz no dia do anterior. Por quê? O que motiva qualquer um de nós a fazer as coisas que fazemos, quando no fundo uma parte da gente só quer se libertar de tudo?"</i><i><b>p. 9</b></i></blockquote>
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<i>New Adult</i> é o gênero do momento. Todos os tipos de livro que explorem um pouco mais da sexualidade feminina na contemporaneidade, em meio a um instante em que as mulheres querem ser donas de si - de todas as maneiras possíveis - também estão rendendo história. E com a da mocinha Camryn não poderia ser diferente. "Mocinha", aliás, não é sequer o vocábulo adequado para caracterizar esta nova onda de personagens decididas, desinibidas e apaixonadas que estão surgindo.</div>
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<i>Entre o Agora e o Nunca</i>, inevitavelmente, segue esta linha. E conta com a sua parcela de pessoas complicadas. Camryn, primeiramente, está numa fase em que a vida, definitivamente, não está boa (uma grande porcaria, para ser franca, em termos de calão): seu namorado, a quem se entregou e por quem sente um amor pleno, morreu num acidente de carro há alguns meses; seu irmão mais velho, por outra lado, vive agora nas celas de uma cadeia; seus pais se separaram e, como se não pudesse piorar, perdeu o amparo da melhor amiga, Natalie, quando esta descobriu que o namorado nutria uma paixão não correspondida por Camryn. Cansada de tudo, da dor e do cotidiano estático que leva em meio à depressão e à letargia, a protagonista, com a devida licença poética, decide jogar tudo para o alto e colocar o pé na estrada sem rumo, comprando um bilhete na rodoviária para o primeiro lugar dos Estados Unidos que vem à sua mente<strike>.</strike></div>
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Em meio a uma dessas paradas da vida, então, ela encontra um rapaz no ônibus de olhos claros (ah, esses olhos claros) e jeito engraçado, meio misterioso, que passa a ser seu companheiro de viagem. Andrew, não muito diferentemente da moça, passa por um sufoco. Isto porque seu pai, e amigo de toda a existência, está enfrentando uma batalha com a morte por uma doença que o acometeu há algum tempo.</div>
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Machucados por dores diferentes, mas próximos justamente por elas, Camryn e Andrew passam a criar um <span style="text-align: start;">elo sincero de amizade: dividindo suas histórias de vida, divagando sobre seus sonhos, compartilhando </span><i>playlists</i> e ajudando um ao outro a encarar os problemas de frente. O casal, de uma forma ou de outra, flui. E em meio a tudo, naturalmente, passa a existir uma atração descarada que os dois tentarão negar a todo o custo. Até que vem a rendição e, acompanhada dela, uma história cheia de paixão, <i>road trips</i> e sexo - muito sexo. </div>
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Das primeiras características notáveis da obra, eu destacaria uma inusitada - pelo menos num contexto geral -, mas que está evidente ao longo da narrativa: a linguagem. J.A. Redmerski, de maneira hábil, incorpora suas personagens à escrita. Isto porque <i>Entre o Agora e o Nunca</i> emprega deliberadamente palavras do cotidiano jovem, coloquialismos, gírias e substitui com frequência o pronome "você" por "tu", mas sem flexionar o verbo, marca típica da linguagem oral. E acho engraçado que, por mais estranho seja, até mesmo para a blogueira que lhes fala (meio sisuda em termos gramaticais), o estilo funciona. Acima de tudo, o texto que temos em mãos é leve, com sua boa parcela de diálogos e de piadas vindas das duas personagens que me fizeram, em vários momentos, fechar o livro para dar risada.</div>
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Para aqueles que leem <i>New Adult</i> esperando por cenas de sexo, ao contrário das poucas de <i>Belo Desastre</i>, por exemplo, <i>Entre o Agora e o Nunca</i> está cheio delas, descritas sem grande pudor. E, em parcela menor, do romance meloso que toda a mulherada adora, refletido nas narrações dos pensamentos de Camryn e Andrew, que dividem o texto através de suas perspectivas. O livro, contudo, tem algumas licenças poéticas bem grandes e, às vezes, pela surrealidade de certos fatos, não funciona. Mas apresenta, no geral, um estilo leve, extremamente dinâmico e que pode ser um bom companheiro de uma noite insone.</div>
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Com um final abrupto e extremamente convencional, J.A. Redmerski não vai muito além na ousadia que apresenta e promete em outros momentos do texto. Certamente, porém, já caiu nas graças de seu público e recebe o mérito, ao menos, pela história simples e bem conduzida que escreveu, com todas aquelas pieguices que um romance mais ou menos jovem deve ter.</div>
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<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Título Original: </b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">The edge of never</span><br />
<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Autora:</b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> J.A. Redmerski</span><br />
<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Tradução de:</b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> Michele Vartuli</span><br />
<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Editora:</b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> Suma de Letras (exemplar cedido em parceria)</span><br />
<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Número de páginas: </b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">359</span><br />
<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">ISBN:</b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"> 978-85-8105-140-6</span><br />
<b style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Gêneros: </b><span style="border: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Ficção estadunidense; Romance; New Adult</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">J. A. Redmerski</span></b> vive em North Little Rock, no estado de Arkansas, com os três filhos e um cãozinho maltês. Ela adora televisão e livros que desbravam fronteiras, e ama aquele seriado de zumbis.</div>
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Um diário, como segue a lógica de seu nome, deveria ser veiculado diariamente, mas... Não é bem assim que as coisas funcionam, então uma vez por semana já está bom, não?</div>
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A ideia do "Diário de Leitura de Ana", no geral, foi bem aceita e, apesar do atraso, resolvi gravar outro vídeo para conversar e mostrar para vocês o que estive lendo e recebendo nos últimos dias. Na semana que vem tem mais. Espero que gostem =)</div>
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Companhia das Letras</div>
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Bertrand Brasil</div>
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<b>Música:</b> Locked Out of Heaven, do Bruno Mars</div>
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Um grande beijo e um ótimo final de semana a todos!</div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-38824802361003731982013-05-17T17:32:00.001-03:002013-05-17T17:32:34.612-03:00Deslembrança, de Cat Patrick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Comprei este livro na Bienal do ano passado. Saudades da Bienal... Mas ok.
Li-o na época e recentemente resolvi relê-lo. Lembro-me que da
primeira vez que li ficava me perguntando "Mas como ela não se lembra de
nada? Mas então, como ela sabe quem é a mãe dela?" E coisas que, se você
não leu o livro, não entende e não vai entender mesmo até que leia, de fato.</div>
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Contudo, vamos voltar um pouco<i>... Deslembrança</i> é uma história super fofa de uma garota que simplesmente não tem passado. Não tem memória de um passado, somente memórias do futuro. Fantástico, não? Porém, é obvio que você deve estar se perguntando "como isso é possível?". E acreditem: a autora não deixa a desejar nas explicações. Pode ser que, até terminar o livro de fato, você se sinta um pouco confuso em relação e esse pequeno, ou melhor, enorme, quesito da história.</div>
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Em <i>Deslembrança,</i> London todos os dias, às 4h33min da manhã esquece tudo que aconteceu no seu dia. Simplesmente tudo. Desde o que vestiu ao que fez ou deixou de fazer. Ela não tem memórias de experiências passada, mas tem memórias de fatos que acontecerão no futuro. Imagina você saber que a sua melhor amiga vai se magoar com aquele cara e não poder fazer absolutamente nada. E em compensação não lembrar dos bons momentos com aquela amiga. Deve ser terrível, não? Em meio a essas memórias do futuro, London tem uma que não sai da sua cabeça. A de um funeral. Mas de quem seria esse funeral. Seria de sua mãe? De seu pai que não tem mais contato com ela? London começa então a tentar entender melhor a si própria e ao seu passado, presente e futuro, que estão totalmente ligados.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">London escreve todos os dias bilhetes para si mesma. Para que ela possa lê-los no dia seguinte e se lembrar do que vestiu, se tinha dever se casa, ou se por exemplo tinha que devolver algo para alguém. Coisas básicas. Coisas do seu cotidiano. Seu celular e seus bilhetes a ajudam todos os dias a recuperar um pouco mais de si mesma.</span><br />
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Não diria que esse é um livro de cabeceira, para todos terem. Ou que todos deveriam ler. Todavia, se você procura uma distração, uma leitura fácil e divertida. Então leia sem pensar duas vezes. É uma história apaixonante, meiga e completamente encantadora. Você vai se encantar em conhecer London Lane, seus bilhetes, sua vida, seu passado, seu presente e seu futuro.</div>
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A primeira impressão que se tem deste livro e de sua protagonista é semelhante àquela causada por alguns juvenis da autoria de Meg Cabot. Ruby tem 16 anos, não é a garota mais popular da escola (nem tampouco é oprimida, mas apenas "calada", como ela se define), está envolvida num romance meio complicado e adora empregar ironia em comentários absolutamente irrelevantes como se fosse a coisa mais engraçada do mundo; quando não é, claro. Mas nem mesmo os livros vivem apenas de primeiras impressões.</div>
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Dona de um tom de sarcasmo que aos poucos vai se alinhando à narração, a protagonista de <i>Meu amor, meu bem, meu querido</i> não tem uma personalidade tão instigante quanto aquelas que outras personagens deste mesmo gênero têm. Conta a seu favor, todavia, com uma história leve e às vezes bizarra que traz em sua essência uma mensagem simples - sem floreios literários - sobre amor, família e união.</div>
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Tudo começa na cidade de Nine Mile Falls, num verão em que os paraquedistas planam numa rua perto da casa de Ruby McQueen e um vizinho vindo de longe chega. Morador de verdadeira mansão, Travis Becker é tão jovem quanto ela, lindo, e não nega o gosto forte por adrenalina em situações perigosas, o típico mauricinho. Num encontro ocasional, então, passa a ver na moça uma pessoa corajosa e disposta a acompanhá-lo como parceira romântica em suas missões. Ela, talvez um tanto quanto deslumbrada pela atenção que recebe do rapaz cobiçado, passa a alimentar uma relação nada saudável, que a faz agir de uma forma que não gostaria, além de viver mentindo para a mãe.</div>
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Sua mãe, Ann, aliás, também compartilha dos problemas amorosos. Após ser abandonada pelo pai de Ruby e de Chip Jr. - irmão caçula da protagonista -, não resiste a aceitar as visitas raras que o cantor de estrada faz a sua casa e ao seu coração, conturbando a vida simples e incompleta da bibliotecária. </div>
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As coisas mudam, porém, quando Ann decide levar a filha a um clube de leitura semanal que comanda, chamado Rainhas Caçarolas. Lá, senhoras idosas se reúnem para ler juntas e conversar a respeito de diferentes romances. Até o dia em que descobrem que uma de suas companheiras pode ser a protagonista de uma triste história de amor vivida na juventude e, a partir daí, planejam um encontro romântico marcado há décadas e partem numa viagem rumo ao nobre sentimento que norteará seus corações de maneira especial.</div>
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Sobre a tal história das primeiras impressões, ainda acredito que o leitor possa se cansar de <i>Meu amor, meu bem, meu querido</i> antes da hora certa. Isto porque - depois de algumas 100 páginas de um romance que não cativa (e que sequer se parece com um romance) e de uma protagonista que é tão comum quanto outras -, a problemática pouco se desenvolve. Quando Deb Caletti, enfim, insere a história das Rainhas Caçarolas, todavia, consegue ganhar a simpatia de seus interlocutores. Elas são idosas engraçadas, cheias de causos para contar e com um outro inimaginável para viver.</div>
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A viagem, aliás, é a melhor parte de todo o livro. Cheia de diálogos e de situações cômicas, trouxe-me, inclusive, ainda que leves, reminiscências do adorável longa <i>Pequena Miss Sunshine</i>. Naquele mesmo estado de espírito contagiante em que todos partem juntos numa aventura em nome da alegria de uma pessoa especial: unidos pela amizade, pela solidariedade e pela gratidão.</div>
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Não aconselharia, por fim, a leitura de <i>Meu amor, meu bem, meu querido</i> como um romance que quer ser levado a sério, mas simplesmente como uma história meiga, leve e, principalmente, uma história capaz de provocar um sorriso em seu rosto após um dia extremamente chato, quando nada parecer dar certo.</div>
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<b style="font-weight: bold;">Deb Caletti</b> e sua família vivem metade do tempo no subúrbio de Seattle e outra metade em um barco, num tipo de casa flutuante. Suas melhores inspirações vêm de sua mãe, seus filhos e de seu cachorro, os quais não parecem se importar. Quando não está escrevendo ou lendo livros, Deb se dedica à pintura e a aulas.</div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-19323997773244300332013-05-10T18:19:00.000-03:002013-05-10T18:19:02.090-03:00No Escuro, de Elizabeth Haynes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>Até onde vai o amor? Até onde vai a obsessão de alguém? O quanto uma pessoa pode viver na escuridão?</i></b></div>
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Catherine vive uma vida agitada e normal. Até conhecê-lo. Ele é o tipo de cara que é sonho do toda garota. Cuidadoso, atencioso, fofo, preocupado e superprotetor. Mas, como dizem, tudo em excesso faz mal. Lee é perfeito, até demais. Só que toda essa perfeição não passa de um rótulo, já que, a partir de um determinado momento, ele começa a demonstrar seu verdadeiro eu: paranoico, ciumento e controlador. Assim, Lee começa a controlar a vida de Catherine.Segue-a pelas ruas, controla seus horários, controla o que ela faz ou deixar de fazer e controla até mesmo as roupas que a moça usa.</div>
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À medida que Catherine fica mais tempo com Lee, mais presa a ele permanec, com mais dificuldade de se retirar da relação. O pior de tudo é que Catherine está sozinha nessa, nem com as suas amigas pode contar mais.</div>
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Paralelamente à narrativa de Catherine sobre seu relacionamento com Lee, existe uma protagonista que vive o presente, onde Lee está preso. Não vou contar aqui os motivos e o que o leva a ser preso, isso já seria <i>spoiler.</i> Só que é claro que o relacionamento absurdo que ela tinha com Lee apenas poderia deixar péssimos rastros para trás. E é o que acontece, por causa do vilão, Catherine desenvolve TOC (Transtorno obesessivo compulsivo), uma doença que a faz desenvolver a obsessão de, por exemplo, verificar todas as trancas da casa e se está tudo realmente fechado.</div>
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Em meio à rotina de TOC, a personagem conhece Stuart, o seu novo vizinho. Assim, eles começam a desenvolver uma amizade, na medida do possível, visto que Catherine nunca mais será a mesma após seu relacionamento com Lee.</div>
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Em fragmentos, Catherine vai nos contando sobre seu relacionamento com
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"Sempre achei que mulheres que continuavam levando adiante um relacionamento violento e abusivo só podiam ser umas idiotas. Afinal, em algum momento elas deveriam ter percebido que as coisas tinham saído errado e que, de repente, haviam passado a sentir medo do parceiro — e, sem dúvida, era este o momento de terminar a relação. Deixá-lo sem pensar duas vezes, foi o que sempre pensei. Que motivo elas teriam para continuar? E eu já vira mulheres na televisão ou em revistas dizendo coisas como “Não é tão simples assim”, e eu sempre pensava, claro que é, é simples, sim—apenas vá embora, afaste-se dele.<br />
Somando-se a esse momento de percepção, um momento pelo qual eu já passara, notei que se afastar não era uma alternativa simples, afinal de contas." </blockquote>
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O livro é um relato explícito e fiel sobre a vida de alguém com TOC e sobre a vida de alguém que sofreu muito nas mãos de outra pessoa. Não o leia se você não tiver estômago forte para isso. A leitura tenta nos passar uma ideia da realidade da vida de pessoas com esse tipo de trauma. E acredite, a vida delas não é nada fácil, muito menos a história que carregam consigo. A narrativa é sombria, densa, instigante e pertubadora.</div>
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O final do livro pode deixar a desejar para alguns. Eu, por exemplo, me dei por satisfeita com ele. E acho que foi um bom final, além de que o condiz demasiadamente com o estilo do livro. Acho que não poderia ter sido diferente.</div>
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<b><i>Karine Pestana</i></b></div>
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Enxada na terra desde a infância sob o sol escaldante nordestino e, acima de tudo, trabalhador de árduas jornadas, José Francisco Borges não nega as fortes origens. Nascido a 1935 em Bezerros, Pernambuco, na terra do frevo e do maracatu, ficou conhecido mundialmente pela assinatura J. Borges, que acompanha desde 1964 os rodapés de xilogravuras e cordéis já vistos e prestigiados em todo o mundo.</div>
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Sua história como artista, na verdade, começou de maneira inusitada. Frequentador da escola por pouco mais de um ano, Borges, aos 29, apreciava a literatura de cordel, mas tinha vergonha dos versos que escrevia. Certo dia, contudo, criou a xilogravura que seria gravada por Mestre Dila no cordel "O Encontro de Dois Vaqueiros no Sertão de Petrolina". A repercussão positiva do público fez com que, a partir daí, o artista se dedicasse intensamente a esta forma de literatura folclórica.</div>
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O seu trabalho, que teve como padrinho o escritor Ariano Suassana, foi levado ao conhecimento do meio acadêmico e muito celebrado dali em diante. De maneira típica, cheia de alegorias e de riqueza, J. Borges representa em seus cordéis traços comuns da cultura e do cotidiano do povo nordestino, como os personagens Lampião e Maria Bonita, o sagrado e o profano, os crimes, o diabo, o cangaço, as lendas populares e a vida do sertanejo, de maneira geral, com todas as suas alegrias e dificuldades.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Antigo oleiro, mascate e trabalhador da lavoura, J. Borges consagrou sua arte com a madeira, como xilogravador. Atualmente, é patrimônio vivo de Pernambuco. Ao longo de sua carreira, ainda, foi homenageado com um memorial que leva seu nome artístico em Bezerros, estampa do ano de 2002 no calendário das Nações Unidas, ex-vizinho de Monalisa no Louvre, abertura da novela </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Roque Santeiro</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> e autor do celebrado </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Auto da Compadecida</i><span style="text-align: justify;">. Mas se orgulha de levar vida simples, com um ateliê à beira da estrada, perto da terra em que fincou suas raízes e eternizou personagens.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">J. Borges, apesar de todo o sucesso, já declarou não entender o motivo de seus "desenhos ruins" terem tanto prestígio</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">E para tantas criaturas, eis um criador. J. Borges | Foto: Arte Popular Brasil</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Arte Popular - O artista do sertão, em <a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Epoca/0,6993,EPT357424-1661,00.html">Revista Época</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">J. Borges, em <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._Borges">Wikipédia</a></span></div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-61897619341407449952013-05-08T16:57:00.001-03:002013-05-08T16:57:07.819-03:00Teorema Katherine, de John Green <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Colin acabou de levar seu 19° pé na bunda de uma Katherine, o que o deixa completamente arrasado, então resolve cair na estrada, dirigindo o Rabecão do Satã, com seu amigo Hassan no banco do carona. Entretanto, Colin não é um garoto comum, ele é um (quase) prodígio, aspirante a gênio que se sente desconsolado por ter acabado o seu colegial sem descobrir a cura de nenhuma doença ou ser responsável por qualquer outro ato de genialidade.</div>
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Incentivado pelo seu pai, Colin passava a maior parte do tempo tentando se tornar uma pessoa importante, o que o levou a gastar um bom tempo de sua vida fazendo anagramas, decorando informações e aprendendo diversos idiomas para no fim, se tornar uma pessoa extremamente solitária e dependente de suas namoradas</div>
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Hassan, conhecendo Colin mais do que ninguém, sabia quão arrasado estava o amigo e propôs a ele uma viagem sem rumo, apenas pegar o carro e dirigir por ai até a dor do pé na bunda diminuir. Quando Colin concorda, os dois pegam a estrada e acabam indo parar na cidade de Gutshot, onde ele tem seu primeiro momento "eureca" e tem a ideia de representar os relacionamentos em um teorema, onde seria possível descobrir o tempo que duraria o relacionamento e quem terminaria com quem. O Teorema Fundamental da Previsibilidade das Katherines se mostra muito mais complicado do que Colin imaginou que seria, mas ele não perde a esperança de desenvolver a função que pode lhe trazer a Katherine XIX de volta.</div>
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John Green tem, definitivamente, o dom das palavras.<i> Teorema Katherine</i> é um livro original e surpreendente, daqueles que você começa a ler e logo quer saber o final. Os personagens são muito cativantes e até mesmo o Colin, o cara mais monótono que já conheci, consegue arrancar boas risadas. Novamente, o livro não tem um gênero definido, é uma mistura de romance, comédia e drama, fazendo com o que o texto não fique cansativo, além disso, a obra traz notas de rodapé que são um amor, explicando fatos históricos, matemáticos, ou apenas fazendo traduções, o que deixou o livro ainda mais dinâmico.</div>
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O livro é narrado por uma terceira pessoa extremamente engraçada que não perde a oportunidade de fazer piadas com o sofrimento de Colin, o que deixa a história ainda mais legal pois, como é dito durante todo o livro, o menino não sabe contar histórias e sabe-se lá o que seria de nós caso ele inventasse de narrar sua própria viagem. Apesar de incrível, <i>Teorema Katherine</i> não alcança os seus irmãos,<i> Looking for Alaska</i> e <i>A Culpa é das Estrelas, </i>embora eu não ache que a comparação seja válida. Vale a pena acompanhar o sofrimento de Colin ao tentar desenvolver o Teorema Fundamental da Previsibilidade das Katherines, pois as risadas são garantidas.</div>
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Já conhecem o grupo Cimorelli? Se você gosta de navegar pelo Youtube vendo <i>covers</i>, com certeza já viu algum delas. Composto por 6 irmãs, Christina, Katherine, Lisa, Amy, Lauren e Dani, elas gravaram vários vídeos cantando as músicas do momento, algumas até a capella, e isso chamou a atenção de uma menina na Inglaterra, que mostrou para sua mãe o cover de "Party In The USA", da Miley Cyrus. Mas esta mãe não era uma "simples" mãe. Ela era também a gerente da cantora Jessie J! E gostou tanto das meninas que arrumou um contrato com a Universal em 2010. Lançaram seu primeiro EP em 2011 com<i> covers </i>escolhidos pelos fãs (<i>Skyscraper, Dynamite, Price Tag, What Makes You Beautiful e All I Want For Christmas Is You</i>) e uma música original (<i>Million Bucks</i>). No seu segundo EP, <i>Believe It</i>, lançado no final de 2012, incluem 3 músicas originais e um cover de Natal.<br />
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Eu posso ser tão negativa às vezes, isso é meu pior inimigo. Mesmo quando eu estava na pior, você ainda tinha esperança. Quando eu quero desistir, você não vai me deixar. Quando eu estou caindo, você vai me pegar. Você me pega, me conserta. Agora eu estou no meu caminho e estou forte o suficiente para dizer... Você me deu asas e me ensinou a voar! Quando eu estava lá sozinho, você me deu asas e me trouxe à vida. E agora eu preciso saber se você quer voar, porque eu quero voar... Diga-me que você está a fim de tocar o céu, você e eu, eu e você, quanto mais alto, melhor. Quando voamos, voamos juntos</blockquote>
Alguns <i>covers</i> para você ouvir (alguns são até melhores que a música original!)<br />
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<b>Skyscraper - Demi Lovato</b></div>
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<b>We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - Taylor Swift</b></div>
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<b>One Thing - One Direction</b></div>
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<b>You And I - Lady Gaga</b></div>
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E aí, o que acharam das meninas? Eu, particularmente, acho que elas ainda farão muito sucesso!<br />
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E as promoções quinzenais estão oficialmente em funcionamento! Agora, entrando na onda da Semana de Thrillers promovida por alguns blogs em parceria com a Editora Intrínseca, sortearemos um dos lançamentos mais instigantes do mês: A Síndrome E., de Frank Thilliez.<br />
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Um estranho caso vem atrapalhar as férias de verão de Lucie Henebelle, tenente de polícia em Lille. Seu ex-namorado ficou cego depois de assistir a um filme mudo, anônimo, com um roteiro enigmático, concebido por uma mente doentia.<br />
Simultaneamente, o comissário Franck Sharko, veterano da Divisão de Homicídios e analista comportamental na Divisão de Repressão à Violência passa por um tratamento na tentativa de curar a esquizofrenia. No norte da França, cinco cadáveres não identificados foram encontrados sepultados a dois metros de profundidade mutilados de maneira atroz e em estado de decomposição avançada e Sharko cede ao chamado da aventura.<br />
Enquanto Lucie descobre os horrores escondidos no estranho filme, um misterioso informante do Canadá aponta-lhe o elo existente entre aquele rolo e a história dos cinco cadáveres. Um único e mesmo caso, graças ao qual Lucie e Sharko, tão diferentes e ao mesmo tempo tão próximos em sua concepção do ofício, irão se encontrar.<br />
Das favelas do Cairo aos orfanatos do Canadá nos anos 1950, os dois colegas irão se deparar com um mal desconhecido, batizado como “síndrome E”. Uma realidade assustadora que revela como o ser humano pode ser capaz das maiores atrocidades.</blockquote>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-28761640447282755222013-05-04T21:50:00.002-03:002013-05-04T23:03:07.447-03:00A Queda dos Reinos, de Morgan Rhodes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gosto muito de romances épicos e de aventuras, embora não pertençam ao gênero que cultuo com mais frequência. Foi sob esta premissa, então, que comecei a ler <i>A Queda dos Reinos</i> numa tarde dessas, de maneira extremamente descompromissada, e que acabei também me surpreendendo com a vastidão de conteúdo e de ação que a história tinha a oferecer. Repleto de intrigas, conflitos, surpresas e dono de enorme fluidez, é um daqueles livros cuja leitura a gente conclui em questão de umas poucas horas sem sequer notá-las.</div>
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Marcadas por uma narração que se divide entre as perspectivas de quatro personagens principais (semelhante à da série <i>Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo</i>, mas sinalizada pelos nomes de três diferentes reinos em vez de aqueles pertencentes ao elenco), o leitor conhecerá aqui as histórias de Cleo, Magnus, Jonas e Lucia num momento em que elas convergem e passam a representar uma única narrativa. Quatro jovens de idades e criações distintas que, em nome de uma guerra próxima entre os reinos de Auranos, Limeros e Paelsia, acabam irreversivelmente conectados.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Empregando elementos de fantasia e mitológicos, Morgan Rhodes se utiliza do advento dos grandes reinos medievais para criar uma história intrincada, na qual um dos maiores trunfos é a personalidade completamente oposta e bem formada de suas personagens. Com alguns tipos literários já conhecidos, a autora ousa ao impor também novas características e questões ligeiramente mais polêmicas num livro que é publicado para um segmento juvenil. Tem-se, primeiramente, Cleo, a princesa de Auranos, representante da alta realeza, impulsiva e talvez um pouco mimada pelo costume de ter tudo que sempre quis. Magnus, por outro lado, ainda que também faça parte da realeza - de Limeros, neste caso -, é a representação da amargura e de uma vida marcada pela opressão: especialmente a amorosa, a qual acabará por lhe render muitas lamúrias e infortúnios. Jonas, morador humilde de Paelsia, porém rebelde, com fortes paixões e aspirações a condições dignas para o povo de seu reino, que padece em pobreza. E Lucia, enfim, dona de um passado desconhecido a ela mesma e de uma força milenar, adotada pela família real de Limeros.</span><br />
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Primeiro volume de uma série, <i>A Queda dos Reinos </i>tem, acima de tudo, de forma inovadora e criativa, todos os elementos necessários para cativar e chamar a atenção de seu leitor. Introdutório, mas ágil na medida ideal, o livro apresenta seus protagonistas dando um bom panorama de suas personalidades, sem tardar a contemplar toda a história problemática e antagônica que gira em torno dos três reinos. Aborda, ainda, assuntos mais fortes, como incesto, vingança e ousa ao trazer a figura de um rei sádico, marcado pelo estigma de "Sanguinário" para ajudar a compor o quadro rico de personalidades de toda a obra.</div>
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Surpreendente em quase todos os sentidos possíveis, incrivelmente maduro e com algumas visíveis referências literárias a outras séries épicas talvez "maiores", <i>A Queda dos Reinos </i>é um belo início para uma coleção que, por essência, já nasceu promissora.</div>
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Obs.: Realizei esta leitura através de uma prova e posso dizer que, num contexto geral, o livro já estava muito bem revisado. O lançamento estava previsto para o dia 3 de maio (ontem).</div>
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<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Informações técnicas</span></b><br />
<b>Título:</b> A Queda dos Reinos<br />
<b>Título Original: </b>Falling Kingdoms<br />
<b>Autora:</b> Morgan Rhodes<br />
<b>Tradução de:</b> Flávia Souto Maior<br />
<b>Editora:</b> Seguinte (exemplar cedido em parceria)<br />
<b>Número de páginas: </b>408<br />
<b>ISBN:</b> 978-85-65765-13-8<br />
<b>Gêneros: </b>Fantasia; Juvenil; Épico<br />
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<b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Morgan Rhode</span></b>s mora em Ontario, no Canadá. Quando criança, sempre quis ser uma princesa - o tipo que sabe como empunhar uma espada afiada para ajudar a salvar tanto os reinos quanto os príncipes das chamas de dragões e feiticeiros. Em vez disso, virou uma escritora, que é apenas boa e muito menos perigosa. Além de escrever, Morgan gosta de fotografia, viajar, <i>reality shows, </i>e é uma leitora extremamente exigente e voraz de todos os tipos de livros. Sob outro pseudônimo, é best-seller nacional de vários romances sobrenaturais. <b>A Queda dos Reinos</b> é a sua primeira fantasia.<br />
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-20284011929866665462013-05-03T14:26:00.001-03:002013-05-04T08:54:54.152-03:00Tudo aquilo que nunca foi dito, de Marc Levy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Já imaginou como seria se pudéssemos voltar atrás e dizer <i>Tudo aquilo que nunca foi dito?</i> O que você diria e a quem você diria? </div>
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Julia tem uma vida estável, do jeito que ela sempre procurou ter. Dona de um ótimo emprego, ocupa uma generosa posição na empresa e está prestes a se casar com um homem estável, bom para ela. O que poderia acontecer? Bem, a Julia, "aconteceu" o seu pai. Anthony Walsh, um empresário de sucesso que sempre teve dificuldade de se entender com a filha, estraga até seu casamento. Contudo, esta será a ultima vez em que ele terá a chance de interferir na vida da moça, já que subitamente morre.</div>
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Assim, é necessário que Julia desmarque o casamento para ir ao velório e enterro de seu falecido pai. O que a protagonista não esperava, porém, era que, a partir disso, surgissem diversas situações que mudariam seu destino para sempre... Após o velório, ela recebe uma inesperada caixa em seu apartamento. Digo aqui, é uma cortesia de seu falecido pai, mas não contarei a vocês o que há na caixa. Estragaria a surpresa!</div>
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Entretanto, o mistério da caixa não é o foco do livro: logo no começo da leitura você já descobre o que havia nela. A questão é que Julia tem uma oportunidade de reatar as coisas com seu pai. Imagine, uma ultima oportunidade de conhecer de verdade seu pai e a si mesma? É esse o presente que recebe.</div>
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Depois da caixa, nada mais é igual. Julia precisará cavar fundo dentro de si própria e de seu passado. Ela será obrigada a dar uma chance para a vida. Com um enredo fantástico, Marc Levy nos prende à leitura desde o começo. Cada vez eu gosto mais desse autor. Da leveza com que Marc escreve e, ainda sim, consegue abordar temas profundos e que cativam os leitores.</div>
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Os personagens de Marc, mais uma vez, são indubitavelmente bem construídos. Você vai se encantar e se emocionar com a história de Julia. Diria que é uma leitura obrigatória para todos que estão lendo esta resenha. Adicione este livro à sua meta de leitura! </div>
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Karine Pestanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10654788876436440280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-15212589665402195342013-05-03T11:15:00.002-03:002013-05-03T11:15:30.071-03:00Um balanço do "Um livro por mês, todos os meses do ano" em abril<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Abril foi marcado pela volta dos que não foram. Muita gente que participava do desafio desde o início e não pôde dar sua contribuição literária em alguns meses resolveu que estava na hora de voltar a participar. Acredito que o tema, neste caso, tenha ajudado bastante: foi a vez de ler aquela romance beeeeeeeeem água com açúcar. </div>
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Assim, é fácil de se deduzir, por exemplo, que um dos autores mais lidos no mês tenha sido Nicholas Sparks. No geral, todavia, os participantes souberam fazer uso da imaginação e dos livros dos quais já dispunham em casa para gerar uma grande variedade dentro do gênero romântico. Ainda que a maioria tenha sido de romances contemporâneos, vimos <i>chick-lits</i>, juvenis e romances de banca em meio a todos eles.</div>
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Verdade seja dita, acima de tudo, que foi um dos meses em que a participação de todos foi mais evidente. Isso se não contarmos a quantidade de pessoas (mais de 10) que ingressaram nos últimos 3 dias. Maio promete, meus caros! E a blogueira que aqui lhes fala agradece, mais uma vez, pelo ingresso e pela colaboração de cada participante.<br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Mas e então, Ana, quem foi o resenhista do mês?</span><br />
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Foi uma decisão difícil se levarmos em consideração a quantidade de resenhas inscritas, mas que não poderia ter sido diferente:</div>
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Parabéns, então, à Gih Alves, do blog Jeito Inédito, pela <b><a href="http://jeito-inedito.blogspot.com.br/2013/04/resenha-ultima-carta-de-amor_26.html#.UYO6sbWG2So">resenha de <i>A Última Carta de Amor</i>, de Jojo Moyes. </a></b></div>
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Conforme votação na enquete (grupo do Facebook), o livro que a Gih ganhará será <i>Um Ano Inesquecível</i>, de Ronald Anthony. </div>
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- A todos os participantes que ainda não tiverem me mandado os livros escolhidos em abril ou suas resenhas, peço que o façam logo que possível, para que fechemos essa etapa definitivamente.</div>
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Ainda, que se preparem para o mês de maio, pois novamente teremos premiação em livro.</div>
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Os livros, aliás, deverão ter como único requisito a capa vermelha. Acho que lerei <i>O Enigma Borboleta</i>, de Kate Ellison. E vocês?<br />
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Sempre que uma figura polêmica nos deixa, é comum que se sigam a ela, além do luto, diferentes biografias que tentem reproduzir os motivos responsáveis por conduzi-la à condição de pessoa notabilíssima. Muitas vezes dotadas de uma qualidade questionável, todavia, estas biografias não raramente se mostram equivocadas, divulgando materiais falsos, sem apuração de informações ou qualquer senso de responsabilidade além da própria vontade de aumentar o caráter protagonizador de quem se foi.</div>
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À morte de Hugo Chávez, o emblemático presidente da Venezuela, irromperam biografias com visões das mais variadas: direitistas e esquerdistas, favoráveis e contrárias, racionais e passionais... Anos de amor e de ódio serviram de combustível para narrar a importância e o impacto do líder nas vidas de extremos das classes sociais venezuelanas. Em terras brasileiras, naturalmente, dada a proximidade com o pais de origem do presidente, não tardou até que também chegassem as tais obras. Do relato de Rory Carroll, correspondente por anos no <i>Guardian</i>, enfim, o leitor tem a chance de ser contemplado com uma narrativa que pretende, acima de todas as coisas, não cair no sensacionalismo e nem tampouco na parcialidade demasiada. Pretensão esta que, felizmente, ao final da leitura, foi alcançada pelo jornalista.</div>
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Aparentemente, ao início, o próprio título <i>Comandante</i> sugere que a visão do autor será, de certa forma, saudosista. Uma vez acompanhando aquilo que a narrativa traz consigo, porém, cheguei rapidamente à conclusão de que as recomendações de jornais na contracapa não eram, aliás, enganadoras. Carroll, de alguma forma, após longa experiência jornalística em nações paupérrimas e em zonas de conflito (Iraque, Afeganistão e África do Sul, por exemplo), possibilita ao leitor o conhecimento de Chávez e de seu governo desde o início de sua militância sem ser tendencioso, mas com base em grande material recolhido durante entrevistas. As entrevistas, inclusive, falam por si no quesito imparcialidade: são membros da alta elite de Caracas e defensores da direita contrariando cidadãos pobres do campo que idolatram a figura do comandante; ministros que temem sua liderança e revolucionários que, por outro lado, a desafiam.</div>
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Iniciada com o pé direito, através de um prólogo que narra uma entrevista de Gabriel García Márquez com um Hugo Chávez que acabara de se tornar presidente, a obra se utiliza de uma narração instigante, dividida em capítulos, que se ocupa habilmente de recontar a história do venezuelano sem respeitar uma cronologia exata. Em certo momento, fala de sua presidência em 2011, enquanto que, no outro, volta aos tempos em que Chávez era apenas um moleque no exército. Tudo isto, entretanto, sem tornar a leitura confusa ou difícil de acompanhar. Até mesmo para os leigos, quando o assunto é economia, por exemplo, Carroll mostra ser dono de uma escrita clara, precisa e com aquele toque de estilo especial necessário a todo escritor.</div>
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Num contexto geral, esta biografia de que falamos seleciona alguns dos principais assuntos que dizem respeito ao líder venezuelano, vistas de um panorama especial, entre os quais: a importância do petróleo na economia do país; a grande adoração que a população mais pobre tem por seu líder; o impacto de Simon Bolívar no pensamento chavista; a onipresença do comandante na programação da radiodifusão (com destaque para o programa <i>Aló, presidente!, </i>que chegou a exibir nove horas de conversas com Chávez em canais abertos); a inspiração encontrada em Fidel Castro; o ideal socialista e as enormes falhas que seu governo populista escondia; a violência nos <i>barrios </i>promovida pelas gangues; o antagonismo gerado contra os Estados Unidos; a exaltação da independência dos países latinos; mas, acima de tudo, a enorme popularidade, para o bem ou para o mal, que marcou toda a trajetória de vida de Hugo Chávez.</div>
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Ao fim, embora não tenha o costume de ler biografias, posso dizer que sempre abro uma exceção para personalidades polêmicas como o foi, indubitavelmente, o <i>Comandante</i>. E Rory Carroll, em seu relato puramente jornalístico - observador antes de crítico, justo antes de passional, neutro antes de defensor da esquerda ou da direita - foi extremamente bem-sucedido. Com bons toques de histórias curiosas; anedotas e entrevistas marcadas ora pelo sofrimento, ora pela alegria, temos aqui uma narrativa especial sobre a história de um líder que decidiu, certa vez, vestir vermelho.</div>
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<b style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">RORY CARROLL</span></b> é correspondente do Guardian, e já cobriu zonas de guerra, sobreviveu a um sequestro no Iraque e acompanhou a transição à democracia na África do Sul. Atuou como o principal correspondente do Guardian na América do Sul entre 2006 e 2012, e seu trabalho já foi indicado para o Orwell Prize, importante láurea britânica que premia escritores de obras sobre política. Atualmente, trabalha Los Angeles, na sucursal do Guardian na costa oeste dos Estados Unidos.</div>
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Descobri muito cedo que
reclamar da vida era uma conduta inata do ser humano. Ainda que
nossos percursos tenham um longo trecho bom pela frente – ou ruim,
nunca se sabe -, sempre haverá algo de que reclamaremos, por menor e
menos relevante seja. A tal pedra no meio do caminho de Drummond,
este senhor que a poesia tão delicadamente agraciou.</div>
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De minha parte, como
universitária e meio jornalista (jornalista por inteiro só quando
estiver formada, pode ser?), as reclamações são referentes ao
tempo. A este titã ingrato que me consome e é consumido por mim de
maneira tão voraz; ao senhor Cronos que, de persona cruel, acabou
por me submeter à irreversível ditadura de suas horas. A cada ação,
a cada novo trabalho, a cada simples ato de procrastinar, tenho a
impressão de estar sendo perseguida por um som muito sutil, ao
fundo, de um relógio a tiquetaquear. Ou talvez seja apenas complexo
de cronista em crise; talvez seja também inspiração vinda do
subconsciente de um daqueles contos alucinantes de Edgar Allan Poe.
Sei lá.</div>
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Peço cordialmente, no
entanto, caro leitor, que releve minha intertextualidade
aparentemente infundamentada. É coisa de umas orações e nada mais.</div>
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Engraçado, meio
estranho – caótico – que vinte e quatro horas não sejam
suficientes. E são, de certa forma. São desde que o mundo está aí,
independentemente dos caprichos de alguns prosadores e reclamões.
Estranho como, quando damos maior atenção a algo, o passado
simplesmente já passou; e que o presente, por sua vez, este instante
ínfimo que tanto inquieta os pensadores (e as donas de casa e os
operários que sobem a construção) mal possa ser captado por quem
vislumbra fragmentos de um tempo que, como já bem diziam as tias, as
avós e todo o resto da família, passa muito rapidamente.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Receio também que nós
simplesmente não saibamos lidar e administrar cada minuto do qual
somos possuidores. Com a mania de adiar, de deixar pra lá e de
esperar que as coisas aconteçam, acabamos nos tornando coadjuvantes
das histórias de nós mesmos. Nesta compulsão por largar tudo a
cargo do futuro, vem a vontade de reclamar e aquela solução típica
- atire a primeira pedra quem nunca a sugeriu – que propõe um dia
com mais horas. Vinte e seis, vinte e oito, quarenta (quarenta é
muita coisa, né?), então paremos no trinta. Um dia com trinta horas</span><br />
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Trinta horas para
terminar de ler aquele livro gigantesco do Tolstói. Ou trinta horas
para fazer de vez uma receita de carne assada. Trinta horas para se
dedicar com mais afinco aos estudos, pensar em iniciação
científica, fazer hidratação no cabelo de quinze em quinze dias,
ler uns três jornais diferentes e comparar as suas notícias.
Oportunas para quem quiser assistir a todos os episódios de uma
série nova, ligar pra mãe e mandar um beijo, entrar pra academia,
fazer uma corrida pela cidade. Ou simplesmente dormir mais,
recompensar toda a energia que uns bons copos de café cederam de
maneira tão generosa aos nossos intelectos.</div>
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Com sua permissão
agora, contudo, findo parte da utopia. Utopia porque talvez estas
trintas não sejam tão boas quanto aparentem. Já pensou num mês
com novecentas horas? E agosto, com trinta a mais? Como lidariam os
amantes separados diante de um empecilho ainda maior que todas as
intempéries do coração? E a saudade, com a qual o tempo já é tão
cruel? Vá, trinta horas.
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Pior ainda para nós,
inspirados por natureza e preguiçosos por estilo de vida, se essas
seis horas a mais só somassem reclamações sobre a vida. E sobre
como o tempo, repentinamente, passou a demorar tanto para passar.
Poderia ser mais rápido, não? Vinte e quatro horas, por favor!</div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-37834102620372354102013-04-26T16:16:00.002-03:002013-04-26T16:16:50.103-03:00Um Motim No Tempo, de James Dashner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Quem nunca pensou em viajar no tempo?</i></div>
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<i>Um motim no tempo</i> é o primeiro volume da série<i> Infinty Ring</i>, escrita por James Dashner. É um livro sobre tecnologia, ciência, historia, presente, passado, futuro e viagens no tempo.</div>
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Sera e Dak são dois melhores amigos. Dak, fanático por fatos históricos e história em geral; Sera, um gênio da ciência. Acabam se envolvendo com o Infinty Ring, um anel que possibilita a viagem no tempo. Soa fantástico, não? Eles também acreditavam nisso... Até se darem conta dos problemas que desencadearam e da confusão em que se meteram.</div>
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Deste modo que Sera e Dak acabam descobrindo muitas coisas que eles não sabiam, além de a confirmação de outras que já supunham, como, por exemplo, de que há algo errado com o mundo e a sociedade onde eles vivem. A SQ controla tudo. De uma filosofia completamente oposta da SQ, existem os Guardiões da História. Um grupo secreto desde os tempo de Aristóteles. A missão deste grupo é repassada a cada geração, como acontece com o SQ também, que, assim como os Guardiões da História, existem há muitos anos.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Aos tropeços, Sera e Dak acabam conhecendo os Guardiões da História com a função de ajudá-los em seu objetivo. Assim, eles recebem a missão de fazer viagens no tempo com objetivo de consertar o mundo, de certa forma. Ou basicamente tentar arrumar os erros do passados, fazendo coisas ou deixando de fazê-las. E no meio de uma confusão, começa a missão de Sera e Dak.</span><br />
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A narração é em terceira pessoa e achei os personagens bem construídos. O autor escreve uma história coerente e com fundamentos, porque, venhamos e convenhamos, viagem no tempo é um assunto um tanto quanto complexo, mas James Dashner consegue ser simples e eficiente neste quesito. O livro aborda diversos quebra-cabeças, enigmas e mistérios, todos perdidos no espaço-tempo e misturados. Isso acaba dando um toque bem construído e, acima de tudo, legal à narrativa. </div>
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Recebi este livro da editora e confesso que fiquei muito em dúvida sobre qual escolher, bom, óbvio que o escolhi e digo a vocês: não me arrependo nem um pouco. A obra conta com assuntos que não podem ser considerados menos que interessantes. <i>Um motim no tempo</i> é uma leitura fácil, tranquila e divertida. O livro é cheio de altos e baixos, além de ser aquele tipo de narrativa que te prende completamente. Aguardo com certa ansiedade por sua sequência.</div>
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Karine Pestanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10654788876436440280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-73554602632206789812013-04-25T17:38:00.002-03:002013-04-25T23:05:32.111-03:00Diário de leitura da Ana #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Demorei para colocar em prática as mudanças do blog, mas agora algumas delas estão chegando. A princípio, estou incorporando as tão desejadas promoções quinzenais. Depois, para dinamizar o canal do blog no YouTube como ele merece, chega a primeira edição do <i>Diário de leitura da Ana.</i></div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-88181439226473103212013-04-24T23:56:00.002-03:002013-04-25T00:06:03.581-03:00O poder da escrita de Mia Couto<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inspirado por brasileiros como Jorge Amado e Guimarães Rosa, Mia Couto é uma das principais vozes literárias da África. Foto: Blog O Único Planeta que Temos<br />
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Não raramente ouço e leio muita gente dedicando elogios a Mia Couto. A princípio, há alguns anos, não sei se por inocência minha, ignorância ou pelo costume dos nomes brasileiros, achei que Mia fosse uma mulher. Mais tarde, todavia, pesquisei de maneira criteriosa sobre parte da obra do autor e me intriguei pela grandeza que o nome invocava. </div>
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Biólogo, escritor, natural de Moçambique, autor de livros como <i>Terra Sonâmbula</i> e <i>O Último Voo do Flamingo</i>, Mia é um dos principais expoentes da literatura africana contemporânea. Seus livros, de acordo com admiradores e críticos, são dotados daquela narração ideal em que a prosa e o lirismo se encontram e formam uma linha bem tênue, um estilo marcado por passagens belas e de extrema delicadeza. Soma-se a isso uma enorme perícia para falar da situação de África e um gosto natural pela biosfera que, não raramente, inclusive em seus títulos, fica evidente.</div>
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Decidi, desta forma, por me iniciar formalmente na literatura do autor através de um livro curioso que, ao contrário do que pode esperar, reúne diferentes ensaios feitos pelo Mia escritor, jornalista e biólogo, redigidos para palestras, conferências e demais eventos aos quais ele compareceu. Os ensaios, de acordo com o moçambicano, são intervenções e tratam de assuntos diversos no mesmo tom inconfundível com o qual narra os contos e causos de suas personagens. Giram em torno, todavia, da vida, da escrita, dos problemas enfrentados pelo continente africano, do conformismo humano, da literatura de Jorge Amado e de Guimarães Rosa, da linguística, de Barack Obama e de muitas coisas mais.</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">O livro ao qual me refiro é </span><i style="text-align: justify;">E se Obama fosse africano?</i><span style="text-align: justify;">, publicado no Brasil pela Companhia das Letras e, abaixo, seguem alguns trechos que selecionei com muito interesse dele para ilustrar o que tanto tenho ouvido dizerem sobre Mia Couto. </span><br />
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"Eu creio que todos nós, poetas e ficcionistas, não deixamos nunca de perseguir esse caos <br />
seminal. Todos nós aspiramos regressar a essa condição em que estivemos tão fora de um idioma que todas as línguas eram nossas. Dito de outro modo, todos nós somos impossíveis tradutores de sonhos. Na verdade, os sonhos falam em nós o que nenhuma palavra sabe dizer."<br />
<b>p. 12 - Línguas que não sabemos que sabíamos - Intervenção na Conferência Internacional de Literatura Waltic, Estocolmo</b></blockquote>
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"Estamos todos amarrados aos códigos colectivos com que comunicamos na vida quotidiana. Mas quem escreve quer dizer coisas que estão para além da vida quotidiana. Nunca o nosso mundo teve ao seu dispor tanta comunicação. E nunca foi tão dramática a nossa solidão. Nunca houve tanta estrada. E nunca nos visitámos tão pouco."<br />
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"Eu tenho para mim que o maior inimigo do escritor pode ser a própria literatura. Pior que não escrever um livro, é escrevê-lo demasiadamente."<br />
<b>p. 63 - Sonhar em casa - Intervenção sobre Jorge Amado, São Paulo</b></blockquote>
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"A palavra "ler" vem do latir "legere" e queria dizer "escolher". Era isso que faziam os antigos romanos quando, por exemplo, seleccionavam entre os grãos de cereais. A raiz etimológica está bem patente no nosso termo "eleger". Ora o drama é que hoje estamos deixando de escolher. Cada vez mais somos escolhidos, cada vez mais somos objecto de apelos que nos convertem em números, em estatísticas de mercado."<br />
<b>p. 97 - Quebrar armadilhas, Intervenção no Congresso de Literatura Cole, Quebrando armadilhas, Brasil</b></blockquote>
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"Falamos em ler e pensamos apenas nos livros, nos textos escritos. O senso comum diz que lemos apenas palavras. Mas a ideia de leitura aplica-se a um vasto universo. Nós lemos emoções nos rostos, lemos os sinais climáticos nas nuvens, lemos o chão, lemos o Mundo, lemos a Vida. Tudo pode ser página. Depende apenas da intenção de descoberta do nosso olhar. Queixamo-nos de que as pessoas não leem livros. Mas o deficit de leitura é muito mais geral. Não sabemos ler o mundo, não lemos os outros."<br />
<b>p. 103 - Quebrar armadilhas, Intervenção no Congresso de Literatura Cole, Quebrando armadilhas, Brasil</b></blockquote>
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Todas as citações foram reproduzidas integralmente como estão no livro, daí um possível estranhamento pela grafia de algumas palavras que seguem o português de Moçambique (mais próximo daquele de Portugal no quesito gramatical).</div>
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Ana Ferreirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15946082941802233473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7330286581969129822.post-6237719716844381172013-04-21T14:26:00.002-03:002013-05-05T21:28:54.702-03:00Promoção de "A Filha da Feiticeira" - Encerrada<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent;">Em março, teve resenha de "A Filha da Feiticeira" aqui no blog:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">"Num contexto bastante simplificado, sem as muitas divagações explicativas que o enredo merece, o livro de Paula Brackston narra a história da longa existência da feiticeira Elizabeth Anne Hawksmith, de 384 anos, imortalizada por uma maldição que a persegue. Ou por um vilão amaldiçoado, assim digamos, Gideon Masters, mago perigoso que a iniciou no mundo da bruxaria. Tal realidade de fugitiva e o seu envelhecimento tardio, então, fazem com que ela viva em constante mudança, evitando ao máximo o contato com outros seres humanos em nome de sua condição "especial", apenas vendendo seus óleos e poções naturais para o próprio sustento."</span><span style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Trecho da resenha escrita por mim - <a href="http://www.naparededoquarto.com/2013/03/a-filha-da-feiticeira-de-paula-brackston_23.html">link</a></span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Desta vez, no entanto, para a alegria geral, trago uma promoção do livro em parceria com a Editora Bertrand Brasil.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Ficou curioso para ler este romance? Então fique atento às regras abaixo para participar:</span></div>
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- Para ler sobre as demais opções, basta acessar o regulamento no próprio Rafflecopter. </div>
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- A promoção vale até o dia 4 de maio, ao meio-dia. O resultado será divulgado no dia seguinte, nesta mesma postagem.</div>
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