The Library at Mount Char

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P.S. Много е готино да имаш лъвица за другар в бедите и да можете да си говорите, но на собствения ѝ език. Завидях на Стийв! At the story’s center are Carolyn and Steve. He’s “American,” meaning “normal.” And she’s mostly comfortable in America but not really “of it.” Their past could possibly be linked, but Hawkins uses the entire book to gradually explain exactly how. In the present, however, she’s inwardly devious with an outward innocent streak. And her foil Steve is equal parts naïve and steely jawed. The The Library does none of that. Confusion cannot be productive if you have absolutely no idea what is going on! And, it's not absurdity when everything can happen, because there are no rules, no internal validity. The Library is such a messy hodge-podge, it doesn't really inspire new understanding.

So yes, a very imaginative, very well written, intriguing, exciting, brutal, funny book that you should definitely give a go. Bottom line: if you have a lot of energy, a not-too-busy week, and confidence in your own intelligence that can withstand this, get your hands on a copy!! A first-rate novel… a sprawling, epic contemporary fantasy about cruelty and the end of the world, compulsively readable, with the deep, resonant magic of a world where reality is up for grabs. Unputdownable.”— Cory Doctorow, New York Times bestselling author of Little Brother and Makers

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Unfortunately for Carolyn, all her studying and all her planning has not accounted for one tiny little detail: she was once a normal little girl. Little girls, as we all know, are full of hopes and dreams and emotions. In addition – and I have two young daughters so I can tell you this – little girls are full of sass, have a temper, and will hold a grudge. initially it is unclear when this takes place, if this is our world or just a version of our world, if there has been some sort of global event that forced people to live …differently and have different associations and only vague memories of something called Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

No real thing can be so perfect as memory, and she will need a perfect thing if she is to survive. She will warm herself on the memory of you when there is nothing else, and be sustained.”Carolyn felt the urge to gasp and cough, but mastered it. She sipped a single, cool breath of night air, drew it into her lungs slowly, savoring the first breath of the rest of her life. When she was perfectly ready she spoke. That’s as much positive as I can muster before the “BUTs…” begin spilling out. This is a very popular, highly-rated book, and you may enjoy it. I personally wavered between acceptance and true detestation. Perhaps I just don’t “get it”; feel free to tell me so in the comments. One problem I did have, is while we get to see a lot of several of the Pelapi, others were only given cursory character sketches at most, whilst others did not appear at all, even though they apparently were present for most of the book’s events, indeed the gamer in me would love to get a break down of all twelve librarians and the nature of their catalogues, whilst the reader in me is sorry that such potentially fascinating characters as Rachel, a prophet who sees possibility through the ghosts of her murdered children barely register, Indeed to say that early on Carolyn mentions that she doesn’t know Jenifer well, it was a little odd that we got to see so much of her and so little of many of the others.

sci-fi жанра би си пожелал. Интересни герои, за които да ти пука, страховита ситуация и препускащо темпо на събитията, съчетани с превъзходното авторово въображение и усет към детайла. Като добавим изпипания стил и липсата на разтегливост в текста, се получава приятно, занимателно и дори смешно на моменти четиво. Може и по сълза да се пусне в края, никой няма да ви се подиграе. I’m making progress.” He turned and rumbled to Naga in the language of the hunt: “Thank you for not eating me today.” Naga’s voice came from the darkness: “Your affection is not meaningless to me, puny one. I shall devour you another day.”

Brianna the Bibliophile wrote: "Congratulations on all the publicity on GR recently! Every time I log on, your book is featured on the news feed as one of the best reads a GR author has to offer! And I have to agree completely, L..." So when I heard tell of a book which was apparently so hard to categorise it was said to be in a genre of its own, I of course had to try it. Several times throughout the book we have examples of karmic horror, those occasions in which the self-serving, bureaucratic or petty minded arsehole suddenly comes up against something they cannot cope with and gets justly and roundly slaughtered as a result, and this was initially where I thought Erwin’s story was going, especially given David’s superhuman combat skills. Yet, in his anti-authoritarian attitude and supposed baddassery Hawkins seemed to think we were supposed to identify with, or at least admire Erwin. Not that someone cannot be a soldier, even a soldier who takes pride in war and also be a likable character, just that telling me how tough a character is even as they spout of quips and engage in self-aggrandisement is not usually a way to make me like that character. I also was a little confused at some of the military worship that goes on here, indeed I suspect both Erwin and the heavy emphasis on the US military is likely a carry over from a high ranking officer whom Hawkins is friends with and to whom the book is dedicated. Hawkins does however manage to avoid the usual slant into nationalism that often occurs when American writers like Scott Sigler or Dean Koontz discuss the military, though I still found it a bit strange how, instead of speaking of muggles or mortals or humans, everyone who is not Pelapi are apparently all Americans; which felt a little strange given that I’m neither an American nor a semi immortal librarian myself. The distinctive mix of godlike powers and very human, emotional, knee jerk reactions contained in this story reminded me of some of the darker Greek and Roman mythological story elements like: the serial rapists (Zeus and about every other major god figure) and the unjust punishments of the innocents (Medusa, Actaeon, Laocoon, etc).

Now, Father is missing��perhaps even dead—and the Library that holds his secrets stands unguarded. And with it, control over all of creation.Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend.