Monday, November 22, 2010

Brent Corrigan Videao

Romans enneigés


When winter comes, rough, dark, cockroach, it are those who love to read - to drive their lackluster - the sun-drenched novels, novels that open with the singing of crickets and there are those who like to keep the gloomy atmosphere of the season by reading stories like icy snow .
I'm rather a fan of the latter. As it gets colder and I immerse myself in novels that celebrate the mourning and tears of Demeter in the winter. I surrender, so the most common clichés like bundled up in warm blankets and thick, the cat purring on my lap, a cup of tea warming my guts and my palms and torrents of rain pounding on my windows.
Moreover, it seems it will snow this week. A childhood dream come true, even if I did not ask for much. To read

winter slippers and foot cap on his head, I recommend, for now, two novels pages freezing.

Italian shoes is a novel by Swedish Henning Mankell, best known for being an excellent writer of thrillers (but here it is indeed a 'simple' novel).
A man of sixty years, the former surgeon, solitary filter with depression living in retirement with his dying dog and cat on a cold island and lost. Single factor deigns to visit him and every morning he immerses himself completely naked in a hole in the ice to prove it exists. The hermit's life will be missed especially disturbed by the visit of a former mistress he loved her madly 40 years earlier.
Very beautiful novel about loneliness, regrets in life, time goes by, family relations, in a setting conducive to such reflections.

In The delegation Hugo Boris offers its readers an original novel, somehow innovative and timeless voluntarily. The last pages are revealed sealed Using a paper cutter. It is in an isolated cabin surrounded by a snowstorm that plot unfolds an atmosphere worthy of Hitchcock. The phone does not work, the game has disappeared and the characters are all very mysterious. Besides the narrator discovers in the library a book that recounts verbatim their terrible days. Fear and suspicion settled in the heart of a terrible forest of Norway. A great treat for a small tribute to literature.

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