Naeem Akhtar Akhtar itibaren Kericho County, Kenya itibaren Kericho County, Kenya

Bu kitap, bilim-kurgu kahramanlarındaki mevcut eğilimlerin sağlam bir akademik analiziydi. Şu anda izlediğim birçok şov içeriyordu ve bu yüzden karakterlerini başkasının lensinden görmek hoşuma gitti. Ancak, pek çok spoiler sağlandığı için izlemeyi düşündüğünüz şovlar hakkındaki bölümleri okumanızı tavsiye etmem.

Kahretsin Tom Waits, oldukça garip bir şey.

Artemis ve Afrodit'i tanımak gerçekten eğlenceliydi! Hatta Athena'ya bir göz attık. Konsey sırasında tüm Olimpiyatçıları aynı anda görmemiz gerektiğini özellikle sevdim. Görevleri ve her şeyi içeren bir desen görmeye başlasam da, formülün biraz değişeceğini umuyorum. Yine de bir kitapta iki ölüm yıkıcıydı. Ama di Angelo'nun ebeveynleri hakkındaki vahiy ... bu ilginç bir bükülme.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile --- While reading this, I was constantly divided between "ohh, I love this!" and "ehm, okay, now what is going on?" I just don't think that all of e. e. cummings' work is for me. There were some true masterpieces in the book though, and I really loved the way he played with syntax and interpunction. The themes of his poems range from love to humanity, and I think that's why I may like the poems better when I'm older and have experienced more. I shall have to hold on to the book and give it another chance later. --- who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky - filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves --- when serpents bargain for the right to squirm and the sun strikes to gain a living wage - when thorns regard their roses wth alarm and rainbows are insured against old age when every thrush may sing no new moon in if all screech-owls have not okayed his voice -and any wave signs on the dotted line or else an ocean is compelled to close when the oak begs permission of the birch to make an acorn - valleys accuse their mountains of having altitude - and march denounces april as a saboteur then we'll believe in that incredible unanimal mankind (and not until)

When my brain turns to mush I read this and everything makes sense again.