Tämä sivusto käyttää evästeitä palvelujen toimittamiseen, toiminnan parantamiseen, analytiikkaan ja (jos et ole kirjautunut sisään) mainostamiseen. Käyttämällä LibraryThingiä ilmaiset, että olet lukenut ja ymmärtänyt käyttöehdot ja yksityisyydensuojakäytännöt. Sivujen ja palveluiden käytön tulee olla näiden ehtojen ja käytäntöjen mukaista.
"Lizzie Benson slid into her job as a librarian without a traditional degree. But this gives her a vantage point from which to practice her other calling: she is a fake shrink. For years, she has tended to her God-haunted mother and her recovering addict brother. They have both stabilized for the moment, but Lizzie has little chance to spend her new free time with husband and son before her old mentor, Sylvia Liller, makes a proposal. She's become famous for her prescient podcast, Hell and High Water, and wants to hire Lizzie to answer the mail she receives: from left-wingers worried about climate change and right wingers worried about the decline of western civilization. As Lizzie dives into this polarized world, she begins to wonder what it means to keep tending your own garden once you've seen the flames beyond its walls. When her brother becomes a father and Sylvia a recluse, Lizzie is forced to address the limits of her own experience--but still she tries to save everyone, using everything she's learned about empathy and despair, conscience and collusion, from her years of wandering the library stacks . . . And all the while the voices of the city keep floating in--funny, disturbing, and increasingly mad"--… (lisätietoja)
This is by no means a happy book. Reflecting on personal reactions an experiences during our currently trying times, Offill’s brief observations let us know we aren’t alone in this crisis. I think I need to own this book, for reassurance and affirmation. Small text postings, insightful and beautifully written ( )
Not sure what to make of that. A very short book consisting of short widely spaced paragraphs. Well not really paragraphs, more like diary entries. That's what it reads like. Random diary entries. From a librarian becoming obsessed with survivalism and wondering how best to cope with her mentally ill brother. Starts nowhere, leads nowhere. ( )
I thought the novel was enjoyable and easy to read, and had a good sense of humor. But I didn’t really “get” what was going on, as a whole. Well, maybe parts. Perhaps if I had read it over the span of a couple days it would have been clearer to me. Or maybe I’m just a bit too obtuse. It’s written in a very non-linear way, I didn’t dislike that, and I appreciate the value of trying a new style. But maybe too hard for some people to grasp the basic drift of the story. ( )
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
Notes from a Town Meeting in Milford, Connecticut, 1640: Voted, that the earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof; voted, that the earth is given to the Saints; voted, that we are the Saints.
Omistuskirjoitus
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For Lydia
Ensimmäiset sanat
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
In the morning, the one who is mostly enlightened comes in.
Sitaatit
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
Young person worry: What if nothing I do matters? Old person worry: What if everything I do does?
They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.
A few days later, I yelled at him for losing his new lunch box, and he turned to me and said, Are you sure you’re my mother? Sometimes you don’t seem like a good enough person. He was just a kid, so I let it go. And now, years later, I probably only think of it, I don’t know, once or twice a day.
“Can I ask you something?" Will says and I say "Sure, ask me something."
"How do you know all this?"
"I'm a fucking librarian.”
I remind myself (as I often do) never to become so addicted to drugs or alcohol that I’m not allowed to use them.
Funny how when you're married all you want is to be anonymous to each other again, but when you're anonymous all you want is to be married and reading together in bed.
She has never liked me because I don’t have a proper degree. Feral librarians, they call us, as in just wandered out of the woods.
I offer her some birthday cake. She goes into the usual bit about temptation and sinfulness and maybe this and maybe that, and we have to go through every station of the fucking cross before she takes a bite of it.
It is important to remember that emotional pain comes in waves. Remind yourself that there will be a pause in between waves.
These people long for immortality but can't wait ten minutes for a cup of coffee
Roses are red, Violets are blue, I feel slightly less dread, When I am with you.
Breathing in, I know that I am of the nature to grow old.
Breathing out, I know that I cannot escape old age.
Breathing in, I know that I am of the nature to get sick.
Breathing out, I know that I cannot escape sickness.
Breathing in, I know that I am of the nature to die.
Breathing out, I know that I cannot escape dying.
Breathing in, I know that one day I will have to let go of everything and everyone I love.
Breathing out, I know there is no way to bring them along.
Viimeiset sanat
Erotteluhuomautus
Julkaisutoimittajat
Kirjan kehujat
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
"Lizzie Benson slid into her job as a librarian without a traditional degree. But this gives her a vantage point from which to practice her other calling: she is a fake shrink. For years, she has tended to her God-haunted mother and her recovering addict brother. They have both stabilized for the moment, but Lizzie has little chance to spend her new free time with husband and son before her old mentor, Sylvia Liller, makes a proposal. She's become famous for her prescient podcast, Hell and High Water, and wants to hire Lizzie to answer the mail she receives: from left-wingers worried about climate change and right wingers worried about the decline of western civilization. As Lizzie dives into this polarized world, she begins to wonder what it means to keep tending your own garden once you've seen the flames beyond its walls. When her brother becomes a father and Sylvia a recluse, Lizzie is forced to address the limits of her own experience--but still she tries to save everyone, using everything she's learned about empathy and despair, conscience and collusion, from her years of wandering the library stacks . . . And all the while the voices of the city keep floating in--funny, disturbing, and increasingly mad"--
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Small text postings, insightful and beautifully written (