...and takes some with her afternoon tea as well.
Doppler is a novel written by a Norwegian writer Erlend Loe. His writing is nothing complicated but it doesn't harm the outcome of the story, it is just pleasantly easy to read and also quite quick to read, which is something I appreciate from time to time.
Doppler, the narrator, is a man with a steady alright-paid job, a family and a life people consider enjoyable. He is very keen on riding a bicycle. One day he goes for a ride into the woods and he hits a rock, falls from his bike and experiences something that might be considered an enlightenment. Suddenly, Doppler detests people and society as a whole, and is appaled by consumerism and money. He decides the only way to solve what he is feeling is to move out into the forest. And so he does.
In the forest, living in a tent, he needs some food, as he has no money to buy any. He has been stealing from a man's house for a while but the man had noticed and locked his back door, naturally enough. So Doppler must kill an elk to get meat, with which he could nourish himself and which he could exchange for other things, like skimmed milk, for example. There is a baby elk with the one Doppler kills, and it just won't go away, no matter how hard Doppler tries to chase it off. In the end, the baby elk who gets a name Bongo, becomes Doppler's friend and they live happily in the forest, together.
Until one lovely day, people start liking the idea of living outside society, city and houses. People come to the forest and try to make friends with Doppler, which is something he doesn't like at all. After his son Gregus joins him in the tent outside the city, and lives with him for some time, Doppler, Bongo and Gregus prepare for a journey to some other forest, bigger forest, their forest.. and there is a to be continued sentence at the end of the book. So perhaps, we will get another story of Doppler and his baby elk.
This book caught my eye merely because of the cover. I haven't heard of it before I saw it in the bookstore. Apparently, people have, but not me. When I read the synopsis in the back, I was hooked. I love these stories of people leaving societies, disliking people and not being able to live in a place where there are any people. I also truly enjoy stories in which animals have an important part in harmony with people. A few pages into the book, I was absolutely unable to stop reading. As I mentioned in the beginning, the way the story is told and the language that is used to do so is simply stunning. I read this so quickly and then I wished I didn't so that I could perhaps enjoy it a little bit more. Although I generally don't like books that do not have chapters, it didn't bother me so much with this one as there was something like chapters - the story is divided into months, starting in November and ending in May.
New books that found their home on my bookshelves. Exciting!
Look how happy they are to be a part of my family!
I heard so many great things about Zafón's writing that I had to purchase a copy of The Shadow of the Wind. I purchased Ian Banks' Espedair Street because his Wasp Factory was so creepy yet wonderful and I wanted more. Three days after I did so, he died of cancer.
I have been eyeing these two sweethearts for so long, not only because of my love for classics but also because Penguin English Library editions - do I have to say any more?
When one of the greatest booktubers keeps going on and on about a book, you are obliged to read it. That is the story of me adopting Where Things Come Back.
I will be starting Where Things Come Back today and then dive into the rest very soon, hopefully. Yay! Have a lovely Tuesday, bookish people.
Hello, yet another book lover who goes by the name of Layla and has been living in this crazy world for over twenty years now!
Books. Such a pretty name for a thing to be called. Ooops, a thing, you say? Oh no, silly girl, books have a soul, too, you see! Alrighty doo.. these beautiful amazingly-smelling (unless they are the less fortunate, if you know what I mean) creatures have been part of my life ever since I was a very little child. I haven't loved them as much as I do now, it was more about the stories before. Nowadays, it's the stories and the simple fact that they have wonderful bindings, eye-pleasing spines, pages that make the most wonderful music and so many more different heart-breaking (in the best way possible) aspects. I consider myself not only quite an avid reader but also a collector. If I see a gorgeous book, I will want it. I will dream of it. I will have dreams in which the book chases me, until one day, I will go to the bookstore and buy it. I will give it an honourable place on my bookshelf and stare at it and not regret a single penny I paid for the book. Oh yes, that is what I am like when it comes to books.
This is what I was like two summers ago.. and now it only got worse (in other words, I am living a dream that none of my family seem to understand..)
Now that it is pretty clear who I might be, how about what I like to fill my days with. Apart from reading, reorganizing my bookshelves and touching books (for the sheer pleasure of it), I am very keen on coffee. Actually, that might not be quite explanatory. I drink coffee in gallons. Seven cups a day? No problem! Please be advised not to try having a conversation of any kind with me unless you see me holding my second cup of morning coffee.
Also, I very much like photographing. I used to spend much more time with my camera than I do these days, and I would like to fix that.. but you know. I do have a lot of galleries all over the internet with my works but I do not update them anymore. Maybe I will one day. Maybe I will do a lot of things I would like to do one day.
Did I mention I like to read in my free time? I did? That many times already? Alright...
Just to make things clear, what I will be doing here is taking pictures of books, reviewing books (commenting on books might be more accurate), blab about books, and enjoy myself while doing so. Read on, world!