nedeľa, apríla 24



“Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.” 

S Rainbow Rowell máme náročný vzťah.

Skúsila som Fangirl. A s radosťou to s ňou vzdala.
Skúsila som Carry on. A s radosťou dočítala.
Skúsila som Eleanor a Park. Bolo to ako boriť sa bahnom ale po ceste jediac taký lava cake.
Tak som skúsila Attachments.

Beth Fremont and Jennifer Scribner-Snyder know that somebody is monitoring their work e-mail. (Everybody in the newsroom knows. It's company policy.) But they can't quite bring themselves to take it seriously. They go on sending each other endless and endlessly hilarious e-mails, discussing every aspect of their personal lives.

Meanwhile, Lincoln O'Neill can't believe this is his job now- reading other people's e-mail. When he applied to be "internet security officer," he pictured himself building firewalls and crushing hackers- not writing up a report every time a sports reporter forwards a dirty joke.

When Lincoln comes across Beth's and Jennifer's messages, he knows he should turn them in. But he can't help being entertained-and captivated-by their stories.

By the time Lincoln realizes he's falling for Beth, it's way too late to introduce himself.

Lebo láska cez emaily? Bomba.

Potom som bola postavená pred realitu.

A povedzme, že nechám hovoriť teraz hlavne citáty ...

“In two days, I’m going to be in a place where I can walk around without recognizing a single face. Every person will be brand-new. Just, like, fresh and full of potential. Nothing but potential. I won’t know any of their stories.

Hlavný hrdina je v podstate hermit a žije stále s matkou.

“Mom, do you find Tom Cruise attractive?”
His mother set down her chisel. She looked at Lincoln as if she was trying to decide whether he was
“Meadow Path” or lime.
“Honey, do you find Tom Cruise attractive?”
“Mom. No. Why would you ask that? Jesus.”
“Why would you ask that?”
“I asked if you found Tom Cruise attractive. I didn’t ask if you thought I was gay. Do you think I’m
“I didn’t say that,” she said. “I have thought, occasionally, that maybe, you might, but I wasn’t
saying that. I was just trying to help you.”
“Help me what?”
“Help you tell me, if you were. Which you’re not. You’re saying you’re not, right?”
“Yes. I mean, I’m not. Are you serious with this?”
“Well, Lincoln, you have to admit, it would explain a lot.”

Vidíme ho ako sa snaží trochu ... pochlapiť?

LINCOLN FELT LIKE going out that weekend. Really out.
Usually, on Saturday nights, he played Dungeons & Dragons. He’d been playing with the same five
or six people since college. This was another thing Eve thought was holding him back.
“It’s almost like you’re trying not to meet girls,” she’d said.

Aj keď má tak skvelé večery s D a D ....

“Couldn’t you and your Dungeons & Dragons friends do something else together,” Eve had
suggested. “Like, go somewhere where you could all meet girls?”
“I don’t think so,” Lincoln said. “All the other guys are married.”

Ale nedá sa o ňom povedať, že by bol úplný looser. A niečo, niečo na ňom je.

Money and time, those were the two things that he always heard people complaining about, and he
had plenty of both.
There wasn’t anything Lincoln wanted that he couldn’t afford. What did he really want, anyway? To
buy new books when they came out in hardback. To not have to think about how much money was in
his wallet when he was ordering dinner. Maybe new sneakers …And there wasn’t anything he wanted
to do that he couldn’t make time for. What did he have to mope about, really? What more did he
Love, he could hear Eve saying. Purpose.
Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can’t plan for. Those are the things that just happen.
And what if they don’t happen? Do you spend your whole life pining for them? Waiting to be happy?

Má časti keď číta o živote hlavnej hrdinky. Má časti kedy vidíme do jeho minulosti.

“Then, what would it be like?”
“It would be less,” he said.
He looked over at her, just for a second, sitting sideways in her bucket seat, and squeezed the
steering wheel. “It would have to be. I already love you so much. I already feel like something in my
chest is going to pop when I see you. I couldn’t love anyone more than I do you, it would kill me. And
I couldn’t love anyone less because it would always feel like less. Even if I loved some other girl,
that’s all I would ever think about, the difference between loving her and loving you.”

A miestami to bolo ... iné. Alebo zvláštne.

But being exclusive, practically speaking, Dena said, was different from being exclusive, officially
speaking. The former, she argued, meant that Justin was still allowed to have sex with somebody as
soon as he had fifteen minutes of free time and a willing partner. Which was exactly fucking right,
Justin said. He didn’t want a girlfriend. He hated the idea of being with just one person—almost as
much as he hated the idea of sharing Dena with anybody else.
Lincoln ate two pieces of French silk pie and listened. “If you really wanted to be with another
girl,” he said finally, mulling a third piece, “you would be. You wouldn’t be here with me, talking
about Dena.”
Justin thought for a moment. “Evil fucking genius,” he said, slapping Lincoln on the arm and
scooting out of their booth. “Dude. Thanks. I’ll call you.”

A miestami zaujímavé možno až vtipné.

“Lincoln is not rotting,” their grandmother said.
“He isn’t living,” Eve said.
“Don’t tell me how to raise my son.”
“He’s twenty-eight years old,” Eve said. “Your job is done. He’s risen.”
“Like Jesus,” Jake said.

Potom tu boli tie dve.

<<Jennifer to Beth>> You don’t think he’s seeing someone else?
<<Beth to Jennifer>> No. Maybe I should think that.
I think he just gets like this sometimes. Like he needs to pull away. I think of it like winter. During
winter, it isn’t that the sun is gone (or cheating on you with some other planet). You can still see it in
the sky. It’s just farther away

Ich konverzácie niekedy knihu zachraňovali - aspoň pre mňa.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Honestly, I think it’s easier for him if I don’t come to watch him play. The
rest of the guys in the band are wild-and-crazy single guys. I don’t drink much, and I don’t smoke at
all, and I can’t resist commenting on their totally immature and sexist behavior. I cramp their style.

Jej postavy sú celkovo tak pateticko-roztomilé.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> Like when we first started talking on the phone, he would always be the one
who got off first. When we kissed, he always pulled away first. He always kept me just on the edge of
crazy. Feeling like I wanted him too much, which just made me want him more.
<<Jennifer to Beth>> That sounds excruciating.
<<Beth to Jennifer>> Excruciating and wonderful. It feels good to want something that bad. I
thought about him the way you think about dinner when you haven’t eaten for a day and a half. Like
you’d sell your soul for it.

A bláznivé v tom dobrom zmysle slova.

<<Beth to Jennifer>> You bought baby clothes? What did Mitch say?
<<Jennifer to Beth>> Nothing! I hid it in the attic. I felt like I was hiding a body.
<<Beth to Jennifer>> Wow. I don’t know what to say. Does this mean you’re softening on the baby
<<Jennifer to Beth>> I think it means I’m softening on the sanity issue. I’m viewing this as a
dysfunctional appendage to my general psychosis about babies. I still dread getting pregnant. But now I’m buying clothes for the child I’m terrified to have, and guess what, it’s a girl.
<<Beth to Jennifer>> Wow.
<<Jennifer to Beth>> I know.

Ťažko im odolať.

Still. Last weekend, I scored a celery green snowsuit with matching mittens for $3.99!
<<Beth to Jennifer>> Green is a smart choice—good for an imaginary girl or an imaginary boy.
And the season isn’t at all relevant with imaginary children.
<<Jennifer to Beth>> Exactly. I don’t even go to the adult Gap anymore. Once you’re an imaginary
mother, it’s hard to take time for yourself.
<<Beth to Jennifer>> I imagine.

Ale sú reálne - uveriteľné.

I thought to myself, “My marriage is the most important thing in my life. I would rather have a
happy marriage than anything—a good job, a nice house, opposable thumbs, the right to vote,
anything. If not wanting a baby is destroying my marriage, I’ll have a baby. I’ll have 10 babies. I’ll do whatever I have to do.”

Bola to dobré zvládnutá kniha, dobre napísaná kniha a možno to bola pre mňa aj nudná a nezaujímavá a prekvapivá kniha ale Rowell je spisovateľka nie pre nič obdivovaná a aj keď sama sa na ňu jednoducho nechytám, ak vám ide nevidím dôvod neskúsiť aj túto, aj keď sa väčšina jej knih silne podobá vo vzorci.


v hlave jednej začínajúcej ale nie úplne (dúfam) amatérskej spisovateľky. Toto bol môj blog o varení a čítaní - teraz sa tu chcem venovať svojej ďalšej vášni a tou je písanie.

Príspevky sú taký môj neformálny denník, kde sa môžem vyventilovať, podeliť o to čo robím (a malo by ma to aj dokopať každý deň k písaniu sa aspoň vyjadriť alebo ešte lepšie písať).

Zavediem vás do svojho myšlienkového procesu ohľadne stavania knihy, scén, postáv... pochválim sa čo som za deň stihla, prípadne pridám aj nejaký tip, ktorý niekomu bude pripadať očividný a niekomu možno aj nie.

Asi nemusím písať, že toto sú moje názory a skúsenosti a nemám na nič patent a bla, bla, bla.

Dúfam, že si tu každý spisovateľ nájde aspoň kúsok niečoho - či už je to spoločné trápenie, zaujímavá myšlienka, otázka alebo možno dokonca moje skromné rady.

Ďakujem za návštevu.