The Summer Book
- Oprindeligt udgivet
- 2011
- Udgivelsesår
- 2011
Vurderinger
- Daria Darievychhar delt en vurderingfor 4 år siden
👍Værd at læse💞Superromantiskwhat a fantastic book full of heart-warming and ludicrous stories about an all-i-want-to-know little girl and her charming grandmother. be ready to the cheeks hurt from laughing. it’s magnificent, really!
p.s. just read it whenever you want to feel (again) in your chest that soft and warm feeling of outgoing summer. - Alexandra Skitiovahar delt en vurderingfor 2 år siden
Отзывы часто говорят, что эта книга наполнена ощущенмем уюта, но я этого не заметила. Напротив, показаны люди, точно первобытеые, затерянные среди гигантской природы. Книга скорее грустная философская притча.
The book appeared to be rather a philosophic parable than a collection of cozy stories as I had expected. All the book is imbibed with the idea of God, and imparts to a reader some sort of a melancholic air. The Grandmother and Sophia learn from each other and the Great Nature of the Island, and thus try to comprehend the Uneverse. It feels clearly in chapters about the Cat, the toy Venice, the Tent, and especially in 'Sophia's storm'. And of course it is worth to read because of the brilliant images of the Nordic Nature crated by the renowned author's pen. - Настя Мозговаяhar delt en vurderingfor 4 år siden
👍Værd at læse🔮Overraskende😄Vildt sjovкакая тёплая и глубокая книга с искрой и лёгкостью.
Citater
- Настя Мозговаяhar citeretfor 4 år sidenIt is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.
- se0enahar citeretfor 9 måneder siden
“But it’s spring!” Sophia said. “They don’t die now; they’re brand new and just married—that’s what you said!”
“Well,” Grandmother said, “it did die now, all the same.”
“How did it die?” Sophia yelled. She was very angry.
“Of unrequited love,” her grandmother explained. “He sang and scolded all night for his scolder hen and then along came another and stole her away, so he put his head under the water and floated away.”
“That’s not true,” Sophia screamed. She started to cry. “Long-tails can’t drown. Tell it right!”
So Grandmother told her he had simply hit his head on a rock. He was singing and scolding so hard that he didn’t look where he was going, and so it just happened, right when he was happier than he’d ever been before.
“That’s better,” Sophia said. “Shall we bury him?”
“It’s not necessary,” Grandmother said. “The tide will come in and he’ll bury himself. Seabirds are supposed to be buried at sea, like sailors.” - se0enahar citeretfor 9 måneder siden“The worm probably knows that if it comes apart, both halves will start growing separately. Space. But we don’t know how much it hurts. And we don’t know, either, if the worm is afraid it’s going to hurt. But anyway, it does have a feeling that something sharp is getting closer and closer all the time. This is instinct. And I can tell you this much, it’s not fair to say it’s too little, or it only has a digestive canal, and so that’s why it doesn’t hurt. I am sure it does hurt, but maybe only for a second.”
