Kristin Dybdal Holthe
South of the border, west of the sun
av Haruki Murakami (forfatter).
2010 Heftet
Kjøp boken hos
Kristin Dybdal Holthes eksemplar av South of the border, west of the sun
Lesetilstand
Har lest denneHylle
MurakamiLesedato
Ingen lesedato
Favoritt
Ingen favoritt
Terningkast
Ingen terningkast
Min omtale
Ingen omtale
Omtale fra forlaget
Growing up in the suburbs in post-war Japan, it seemed to Hajime that everyone but him had brothers and sisters. His sole companion was Shimamoto, also an only child. Together they spent long afternoons listening to her father's record collection. But when his family moved away, the two lost touch. Now Hajime is in his thirties. After a decade of drifting he has found happiness with his loving wife and two daughters, and success running a jazz bar. Then Shimamoto reappears. She is beautiful, intense, enveloped in mystery. Hajime is catapulted into the past, putting at risk all he has in the present.
Bokdetaljer
Utgivelsesår 2010
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780099448570
EAN 9780099448570
Språk Engelsk
Utgave 1
Finn boka på biblioteket
Finner du ikke ditt favorittbibliotek på lista? Send oss e-post til admin@bokelskere.no med navn på biblioteket og fylket det ligger i. Kanskje vi kan legge det til!
Bokelskeres terningkastfordeling
7 17 10 1 0 0
RuthieSitater fra dette verket
Kaja Ø. siterer South of the border, west of the sun av Haruki Murakami (side 182)
11:08, 2. februar 2011 1 har det som favoritt.
I always feel as if I'm struggling to become someone else. As if I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I'm stil the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I'll become to defining myself.
Kaja Ø. siterer South of the border, west of the sun av Haruki Murakami (side 150)
10:56, 2. februar 2011 2 har det som favoritt.
"Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star," I said. "It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything."
Legg inn et nytt sitat Se alle sitater fra verket
Lister som inneholder dette verket
![[ Slettet bruker ]](/static/grafikk/fjes.gif){kind=small}
gode bøker. vil lese/har lest.
