This is the gift that, in addition to my daughter Natalie, I had to practically everyone!! .. In various versions of color!
White
Bordeaux Lille
the detail of hand-painted wings
version with pot
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Cost Of Filling A Cavity
This is the gift that, in addition to my daughter Natalie, I had to practically everyone!! .. In various versions of color!
White
Bordeaux Lille
the detail of hand-painted wings
version with pot
How Much Does It Cost To Get A Weave?
Flyers A little packages! Mrs. Claus
I show you a little packet made this year:
I show you a little packet made this year:
Deluxe Pasta Express Machine, Model X3000.
Finally I can update the blog!
This is the Christmas gift for my daughter! This is a fun game that we did on the forum matrimonio.it: each of us had a daughter that make a strictly handmade gift!
This is what I made for my "daughter" VALERIA
the package ... ...
and content .. ..
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Colored Bracelet Chart
I trusted you - Andrea and Alessandro Bassi Friggeri
Title: I trusted you
Authors: Alessandro Bassi and Andrea Friggeri
Publisher: Self-produced with Lulu - free ebook download in pdf on FORUM Simplicissimus
Price: ebook free, hard copy € 9.92
Pages: 232
Genre: Fiction
BACK COVER:
What's happening to the Bar Milva, meeting the most noble of Sciences Hdemia Erotic? What does this stone thrown against the window? While the Wolf explores the disturbing past of Milva, the sudden appearance of two women locked in a crisis that will threaten the existence of 'Hdemia same.
An ordinary story, which exposes the myth of normalcy. A generational novel that explores the fragility of friendship and which float in the void of the twenty-year zero.
PLOT:
Teenva (GINA), Faithful (the Witch), Wolf (mpino) Free Ricercatope, Cia n'bell'ano Discipulo are six boys and Emilia about twenty or so, the founders and only members dell'Hdemia Erotic Sciences, a clique of friends that aims to unravel the mysteries of the female working with the motto Veritas In Vulva, whose meeting place is the Bar Milva, a place open late at night where the owner is a red-haired woman from the past unspeakable. The novel recounts the adventures
dell'Hdemia with digressions on his birth and the events that led to it, touching the issues most common age and environment are analyzed: friendship, the first important stories, boredom provincial sudden falling in love, betrayal, sex, fancy themselves as superheroes.
spread over a few weeks, and ends with the customary overview of the "Five Years Later".
RATING:
There are three things I want to say it now: the first is that I read it in just over three hours, unable to even stop to go pee. The second, the back cover makes absolutely no justice to this novel, which despite being normal is really a story told with a light, ironic style and skill that I have rarely found not only in absolute but in the emerging narrative in the Italian panorama.
The third is that this is perhaps the best books I read in the last year, and the fact that if one part is self incredulos leaves me, the other only serves to confirm that when the talent is there, you hear and see whatever the publisher. And finally, I confirm that (unfortunately) the authors appear to be good, even the best editors themselves.
This novel is a gem, a perfectly blended mix of elements to create an excellent product from all points of view.
Reading is always fluent, no hitch, no anachronism, no slip.
style is shaped to brush up on history and the events recounted: sparkling, spirited, ironic, funny, not boring, nor ever without ever being vulgar or excessive. Despite the plot
stories any more or less everything a normal group of twentysomethings living, unable to wrap from front to back, through the introduction of smaller devices such as the transcription of e-mail (a creative genius to say the least) and excerpts from the chat, incredibly lifelike.
eroticism and sexuality that seem to master it by reading the back cover are in fact elements rather marginal, are always treated in a light-hearted, that it never takes center stage, but only serve as a pivot around which revolve the events dell'Hdemia and the friendship of the six players, then that fact will prove to be rather fragile friendship.
characters are exactly what one would expect from a group of twentysomethings to the province's son dad a little 'shit, the idealist Southerner who emigrated to seek fortunes in Padania, the nice guy who hides behind a hypocritical facade of respectability, so the somewhat 'under the thumb that eventually turns out to be the looser of all, the girl through the house and church and horns, a minor who is enterprising rightful place in the narrow, style Last Kiss.
But the authors have had the huge and very successful ability to relate the facts concerning each of them from time to time putting in their shoes, by seeing things through their eyes and think with their head, so going to create in the reader multiple points of view while maintaining only one, the narrator's exterior, while managing to be so introspective, there appears to be worse yet never intrusive or invasive.
The final is not exactly what you'd expect to find, and here is the merit of the authors do not insist or to want to put a twist in all costs, or expire in the banal and predictable.
are very few flaws, some typo in the dates in the first place: the story is set in 2000, but on top of some chapters there is written 2008.
I do not know how the paper, since I downloaded the ebook, but the revision and correction of the text of the draft seemed to me almost perfect. Definitely better than most, perhaps all, the novels of small and medium-sized publishers read so far.
Overall, a book that I recommend to all those who love irony, melancholy and profound lightness that only the generational stories, not so much to Jack Frusciante as the most genuine and free-range Radiofreccia, can to breathe.
For me two things: either these two boys (okay, 37 years is still young, right?) Had a blow ass being able to conceive of such a novel, or, more likely what I hope, have the talent. And I have so much is that thing that you notice immediately, palps, that touch, that smell, and comes out all right from the first three lines, when you think, here, I knew that I had started reading it, I now go to hell the evening.
A very successful book by 9 / 10 , and does not grant the 10 just because I'm an incurable optimist and I reserve the ability to read, one day not too far away, something even more beautiful. Maybe, why not, by the same authors I trusted you. 
Title: I trusted you
Authors: Alessandro Bassi and Andrea Friggeri
Publisher: Self-produced with Lulu - free ebook download in pdf on FORUM Simplicissimus
Price: ebook free, hard copy € 9.92
Pages: 232
Genre: Fiction
BACK COVER:
What's happening to the Bar Milva, meeting the most noble of Sciences Hdemia Erotic? What does this stone thrown against the window? While the Wolf explores the disturbing past of Milva, the sudden appearance of two women locked in a crisis that will threaten the existence of 'Hdemia same.
An ordinary story, which exposes the myth of normalcy. A generational novel that explores the fragility of friendship and which float in the void of the twenty-year zero.
PLOT:
Teenva (GINA), Faithful (the Witch), Wolf (mpino) Free Ricercatope, Cia n'bell'ano Discipulo are six boys and Emilia about twenty or so, the founders and only members dell'Hdemia Erotic Sciences, a clique of friends that aims to unravel the mysteries of the female working with the motto Veritas In Vulva, whose meeting place is the Bar Milva, a place open late at night where the owner is a red-haired woman from the past unspeakable. The novel recounts the adventures
dell'Hdemia with digressions on his birth and the events that led to it, touching the issues most common age and environment are analyzed: friendship, the first important stories, boredom provincial sudden falling in love, betrayal, sex, fancy themselves as superheroes.
spread over a few weeks, and ends with the customary overview of the "Five Years Later".
RATING:
There are three things I want to say it now: the first is that I read it in just over three hours, unable to even stop to go pee. The second, the back cover makes absolutely no justice to this novel, which despite being normal is really a story told with a light, ironic style and skill that I have rarely found not only in absolute but in the emerging narrative in the Italian panorama.
The third is that this is perhaps the best books I read in the last year, and the fact that if one part is self incredulos leaves me, the other only serves to confirm that when the talent is there, you hear and see whatever the publisher. And finally, I confirm that (unfortunately) the authors appear to be good, even the best editors themselves.
This novel is a gem, a perfectly blended mix of elements to create an excellent product from all points of view.
Reading is always fluent, no hitch, no anachronism, no slip.
style is shaped to brush up on history and the events recounted: sparkling, spirited, ironic, funny, not boring, nor ever without ever being vulgar or excessive. Despite the plot
stories any more or less everything a normal group of twentysomethings living, unable to wrap from front to back, through the introduction of smaller devices such as the transcription of e-mail (a creative genius to say the least) and excerpts from the chat, incredibly lifelike.
eroticism and sexuality that seem to master it by reading the back cover are in fact elements rather marginal, are always treated in a light-hearted, that it never takes center stage, but only serve as a pivot around which revolve the events dell'Hdemia and the friendship of the six players, then that fact will prove to be rather fragile friendship.
characters are exactly what one would expect from a group of twentysomethings to the province's son dad a little 'shit, the idealist Southerner who emigrated to seek fortunes in Padania, the nice guy who hides behind a hypocritical facade of respectability, so the somewhat 'under the thumb that eventually turns out to be the looser of all, the girl through the house and church and horns, a minor who is enterprising rightful place in the narrow, style Last Kiss.
But the authors have had the huge and very successful ability to relate the facts concerning each of them from time to time putting in their shoes, by seeing things through their eyes and think with their head, so going to create in the reader multiple points of view while maintaining only one, the narrator's exterior, while managing to be so introspective, there appears to be worse yet never intrusive or invasive.
The final is not exactly what you'd expect to find, and here is the merit of the authors do not insist or to want to put a twist in all costs, or expire in the banal and predictable.
are very few flaws, some typo in the dates in the first place: the story is set in 2000, but on top of some chapters there is written 2008.
I do not know how the paper, since I downloaded the ebook, but the revision and correction of the text of the draft seemed to me almost perfect. Definitely better than most, perhaps all, the novels of small and medium-sized publishers read so far.
Overall, a book that I recommend to all those who love irony, melancholy and profound lightness that only the generational stories, not so much to Jack Frusciante as the most genuine and free-range Radiofreccia, can to breathe.
For me two things: either these two boys (okay, 37 years is still young, right?) Had a blow ass being able to conceive of such a novel, or, more likely what I hope, have the talent. And I have so much is that thing that you notice immediately, palps, that touch, that smell, and comes out all right from the first three lines, when you think, here, I knew that I had started reading it, I now go to hell the evening.
A very successful book by 9 / 10 , and does not grant the 10 just because I'm an incurable optimist and I reserve the ability to read, one day not too far away, something even more beautiful. Maybe, why not, by the same authors I trusted you.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Kate Playground Free Pic
Criticism: all right or privilege of a few?
In this period I often discuss whether it is right to express their disagreement with the books that we liked very much. Sure, it may be, if the author is pompous and criticized by those who make the criticism of the profession. The problem arises when a gentleman like me no one is allowed to criticize those who are with patched ar ass like myself, that the authors seek to emerge in the Italian publishing publishing with small to medium sized publishers.
last year, by choice and a bit 'to job (because being Administrator of a forum dedicated to emerging writers with over 1,300 members is a job for all purposes ...) I read many novels debut. You want names? Just read the reviews category, to find some.
all stem from an account I have set out on the forum Writer's Dream , in which I wondered why the texts of emerging authors were mostly below the sufficiency, although these small and medium-sized publishers, not asking for any contribution the authors as it should be, should focus on the quality and marketability of the texts. The discussion then continued on blog Writer's Dream and on the fan page Facebook, always Writer's Dream, with fairly bright tones and often below the threshold of civil discussion.
Most people who have participated in these discussions (thank goodness) agree with me that publishing a book is exposed to criticism, so a player who opens his wallet and spend its fine to buy the € 14-18 Mr. No one who wrote his first novel, has every right to say that the novel has found the poor.
Others, unfortunately, many argue that a single player is not entitled to express their opinion, because not supported by an appropriate degree or professional qualification suitable. In a nutshell, if you're not Mario Fortunato you better shut up, because but who want to understand you, that you are neither a publisher nor a critic by profession, how do you write a book? And always for these people, published a harsh criticism on the internet could ruin his career forever aspiring Moravia, or otherwise affect the sales of his masterpiece.
which leads me to think, you , emerging author who lives in assembling burgers at McDonald's, who the fuck gives you the right to publish a book? Mica do the professional writer.
Oh well, no. Writing is a right for all, as the good Albatross Group in its previous spot on Channel 5. Too bad that profess this right to solicit from 2,000 to 5,000 € depending on the pages that you have assumed the right to write. I think even they do not believe much in this inalienable right.
I tell you one thing: write must be a right for everyone, but if there is a publisher to publish so masochistic shit copyright (excluding those such as the Albatross Group) I have also right to criticize your right to write or not?
No.
careful, I'm not saying that ALL debut novel sucks. There are exceptions, there are good writers, just read the reviews I've put it here.
So, in summary, if I spend € 16 for a good hundred pages just to start the fire in the fireplace, I have to be quiet and wait for others to feed a market already saturated with garbage, because otherwise the young singer with great effort and managed to publish so many merits, might find itself cut short his career.
Mmm ... There is something wrong.
In Italy the top ten best-selling books are currently not one, not two, but three books of recipes, two of Parodi, Cooked & Eaten and Welcome to my kitchen and one of Clerici , recipes home Clerici. There
Faletti with its Notes of a seller of women the Litizzetto with its Sorrows of Young Walter, Conrad Augias with Secrets of the Vatican closely followed by Joseph Ratzinger, who has ignited Light of the world.
Dear my defenders of the thesis "if you do a professional is best if you do not "The fact that six of the ten best-selling books in Italy (six, or 60%, I want to emphasize) have not been written by professional writers (never mind the fact that they are written by TV characters, which is rather depressing), tells you something? A little something I say. It tells me that it is people like you, that does not allow for true readers to express their opinion, based on experience and the desire to read something readable, feed into this shit comes out of the market where only those who you see, beyond the merits.
people Meditate, meditate. 
In this period I often discuss whether it is right to express their disagreement with the books that we liked very much. Sure, it may be, if the author is pompous and criticized by those who make the criticism of the profession. The problem arises when a gentleman like me no one is allowed to criticize those who are with patched ar ass like myself, that the authors seek to emerge in the Italian publishing publishing with small to medium sized publishers.
last year, by choice and a bit 'to job (because being Administrator of a forum dedicated to emerging writers with over 1,300 members is a job for all purposes ...) I read many novels debut. You want names? Just read the reviews category, to find some.
all stem from an account I have set out on the forum Writer's Dream , in which I wondered why the texts of emerging authors were mostly below the sufficiency, although these small and medium-sized publishers, not asking for any contribution the authors as it should be, should focus on the quality and marketability of the texts. The discussion then continued on blog Writer's Dream and on the fan page Facebook, always Writer's Dream, with fairly bright tones and often below the threshold of civil discussion.
Most people who have participated in these discussions (thank goodness) agree with me that publishing a book is exposed to criticism, so a player who opens his wallet and spend its fine to buy the € 14-18 Mr. No one who wrote his first novel, has every right to say that the novel has found the poor.
Others, unfortunately, many argue that a single player is not entitled to express their opinion, because not supported by an appropriate degree or professional qualification suitable. In a nutshell, if you're not Mario Fortunato you better shut up, because but who want to understand you, that you are neither a publisher nor a critic by profession, how do you write a book? And always for these people, published a harsh criticism on the internet could ruin his career forever aspiring Moravia, or otherwise affect the sales of his masterpiece.
which leads me to think, you , emerging author who lives in assembling burgers at McDonald's, who the fuck gives you the right to publish a book? Mica do the professional writer.
Oh well, no. Writing is a right for all, as the good Albatross Group in its previous spot on Channel 5. Too bad that profess this right to solicit from 2,000 to 5,000 € depending on the pages that you have assumed the right to write. I think even they do not believe much in this inalienable right.
I tell you one thing: write must be a right for everyone, but if there is a publisher to publish so masochistic shit copyright (excluding those such as the Albatross Group) I have also right to criticize your right to write or not?
No.
careful, I'm not saying that ALL debut novel sucks. There are exceptions, there are good writers, just read the reviews I've put it here.
So, in summary, if I spend € 16 for a good hundred pages just to start the fire in the fireplace, I have to be quiet and wait for others to feed a market already saturated with garbage, because otherwise the young singer with great effort and managed to publish so many merits, might find itself cut short his career.
Mmm ... There is something wrong.
In Italy the top ten best-selling books are currently not one, not two, but three books of recipes, two of Parodi, Cooked & Eaten and Welcome to my kitchen and one of Clerici , recipes home Clerici. There
Faletti with its Notes of a seller of women the Litizzetto with its Sorrows of Young Walter, Conrad Augias with Secrets of the Vatican closely followed by Joseph Ratzinger, who has ignited Light of the world.
Dear my defenders of the thesis "if you do a professional is best if you do not "The fact that six of the ten best-selling books in Italy (six, or 60%, I want to emphasize) have not been written by professional writers (never mind the fact that they are written by TV characters, which is rather depressing), tells you something? A little something I say. It tells me that it is people like you, that does not allow for true readers to express their opinion, based on experience and the desire to read something readable, feed into this shit comes out of the market where only those who you see, beyond the merits.
people Meditate, meditate.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Rugby Pulls Pants Down
Do you trust me? Mosquitoes
This December I newborn pants legs. A déjà vu as they are hung on high heels in the gravel of a parking lot, waiting to inhale poison of a man who never stops when it comes. The north
strangles me as the black leather glove on the throat of a bitch.
are also dressed like a slut, rigged like a whore. She wanted him.
The difference is that the whores are paid, but tonight I have to pay for this room.
But the money does not interest me, the only thing I need is to be filled with pleasure that I will when I have to pretend to enjoy.
It's always been that way since we were in others. And so it is now that those others are no longer the other three years ago.
Peter is the failure of a life attitude of being perfect. Two men in their forties
I pass by, smelled of alcohol and dirt stuck to the skin. They approach the entrance of the hotel. One is tall, balding but with long hair tied in a ponytail. The other is fat and bald.
disappear quickly behind the metal door, lit by two small lanterns on either side.
is where we spent our first night in this hotel which peddles sex badly cut with lies.
"I do not love me, I play too much" - he told me the next morning.
was late, I was already sick of him.
Then he's gone, no reason, without explaining.
pitch dark winter afternoons yellowed leaves from reels screaming loneliness.
is back. And he wants everyone to be reborn here, where he started. Without money, without pride, without love. But all that's missing I do not need.
I go up and ring the bell.
"I booked a double."
"What name?"
"Donati."
"Cash or card?"
'accounts' - Of course.
"Here, number four. I'll show? "
" I know the way. "
Peter opens the door. Say hello to me, hugs me, kisses my neck. I sit on the bed. Laying the bag on the floor in his hand, pulls out three glasses and bottles of wine.
It opens and pours a little 'just for him, and without saying anything began to undress with one hand while the other holds the glass.
Naked.
"Get up."
obey.
observe his perfect profile while he takes off his glasses and resting them on the bedside table.
"You're beautiful" - he says as a finger on my left abdomen.
"Ten Euros for the glasses you could also buy spend it. "
smiles.
He gets up, pours more wine into his glass, this time for me. I drop a few drops on his belly to suck on, then asks me to drink, I do. Fills his glass, he kisses me, I feel his tongue slip into all my fears, while alcohol does the rest. I drink again and again and again. Peter
licking my breasts, sucking them, fucking them with his tongue. I would immobilize him between the legs for not doing more to go.
But it goes away, and goes back to look for something in the envelope.
"Do you trust me?" - He asks.
says no.
smiles again. It makes me lie down on one side, tie one on my wrists to the headboard the bed, I put a black patch over his eyes.
wants to play.
His footsteps away, the door creaking, then closes, the sound of the plastic bag.
And yet the wine that goes down into the glass, the spark of a lighter and something hot that I slipped down my spine.
I writhe a bit 'but I adapt quickly. Should be wax. Another candle, another wax, a curve. Another candle wax still still a curve.
imagine a "P" on the back.
whore.
Whore of wax. From model, to sculpt.
makes me turn belly up. I find it hard to hold that position, his arms tied behind the rest will do me. I feel
the sound of his city decided that pops up, opens my legs and I enter in with a bang.
I put a hand to his mouth. Two deep thrusts, then stops.
"Do you trust me?"
I shook my head.
began to return, once, twice, three times, louder and louder, go lower and lower. I hear him in the stomach. It leaves me free lips, moves her hand over her hair, pulling back, it hurts.
"Do you trust me?".
'No'.
I want more. And even stronger. I think he died. I would die.
He stops and begins to slip up, inside and out, in and out like a knife through butter, melted by the heat of summer.
Inside and out, as if he were teaching someone how to fuck a woman. I imagine his wonderful cock shiny, proud and rotten, and that fills me with even more cruelly me cruelly empty, body and soul.
begged him to remove the bandage from her eyes, I see his eyes close and his mouth opens. Says no.
does not trust me.
Inside and out, to live out and die inside, I took the chin, turn me around, I feel pain in the neck; m'infila two fingers in his mouth, he also explores what, in the dark. The sap and leaves the mouth open. Look
that filled my throat as tears fill my eyes already.
"Stop it." The bed
eases, Peter gets up. Even the sound of hands rummaging in the bag.
I taste the taste of cotton, a snare, maybe another bandage. Me the league behind the head, pushing too much on the edges of the mouth. I feel pain.
He kisses her cheek. It is a kiss clean. Almost a request for forgiveness. Almost a farewell.
"Do you trust me?"
no longer answer.
approaching footsteps.
reeks of alcohol and dirt stuck to the skin.
I try to struggle, I try to scream. I try to die. But I can not.
"We are equal" - the voice of Peter walks away - 'now I can not break my balls more. "
noises in the room. The door still creaks, and still closes. Male voices speaking a language I do not know, heavy shoes that fall on the floor, coins that jingle in your pockets. I imagine them both and still wearing the sweater with the cocks.
The smell of alcohol is approaching, the sound of a spit. I turn back on your side, I feel a finger enter my fat behind and rough.
"You there," - says one in broken Italian, but I enter it in the ass. Grunts like a pig. I feel his sweaty belly slam on the back.
"Now I take this" - the other voice whispers in my ear touching the bandage in my mouth. Her hair tickling my breast - "if you scream I'll kill you" - and without even giving me time tries to answer in his mouth. I keep my lips, I'll get a slap. I let it go, fuck me in the mouth for interminable minutes before coming to my throat while the other continues to push in all its disgusting orgasm.
I want to vomit.
mouth back empty.
Vomiting and fill it again.
Then, I no longer feel anything. Just stinks. Only pain. Inside and out.
noise that laces are tied, the sound of coins in the pockets of his trousers.
wine that goes down into the glasses.
reeks of alcohol and dirt stuck to the skin that comes close for the last time. Hot breath in my ears. No mercy for me, just words to Peter. Once again, everything only for Peter.
"The gambling debts are paid. Forever. " 
This December I newborn pants legs. A déjà vu as they are hung on high heels in the gravel of a parking lot, waiting to inhale poison of a man who never stops when it comes. The north
strangles me as the black leather glove on the throat of a bitch.
are also dressed like a slut, rigged like a whore. She wanted him.
The difference is that the whores are paid, but tonight I have to pay for this room.
But the money does not interest me, the only thing I need is to be filled with pleasure that I will when I have to pretend to enjoy.
It's always been that way since we were in others. And so it is now that those others are no longer the other three years ago.
Peter is the failure of a life attitude of being perfect. Two men in their forties
I pass by, smelled of alcohol and dirt stuck to the skin. They approach the entrance of the hotel. One is tall, balding but with long hair tied in a ponytail. The other is fat and bald.
disappear quickly behind the metal door, lit by two small lanterns on either side.
is where we spent our first night in this hotel which peddles sex badly cut with lies.
"I do not love me, I play too much" - he told me the next morning.
was late, I was already sick of him.
Then he's gone, no reason, without explaining.
pitch dark winter afternoons yellowed leaves from reels screaming loneliness.
is back. And he wants everyone to be reborn here, where he started. Without money, without pride, without love. But all that's missing I do not need.
I go up and ring the bell.
"I booked a double."
"What name?"
"Donati."
"Cash or card?"
'accounts' - Of course.
"Here, number four. I'll show? "
" I know the way. "
Peter opens the door. Say hello to me, hugs me, kisses my neck. I sit on the bed. Laying the bag on the floor in his hand, pulls out three glasses and bottles of wine.
It opens and pours a little 'just for him, and without saying anything began to undress with one hand while the other holds the glass.
Naked.
"Get up."
obey.
observe his perfect profile while he takes off his glasses and resting them on the bedside table.
"You're beautiful" - he says as a finger on my left abdomen.
"Ten Euros for the glasses you could also buy spend it. "
smiles.
He gets up, pours more wine into his glass, this time for me. I drop a few drops on his belly to suck on, then asks me to drink, I do. Fills his glass, he kisses me, I feel his tongue slip into all my fears, while alcohol does the rest. I drink again and again and again. Peter
licking my breasts, sucking them, fucking them with his tongue. I would immobilize him between the legs for not doing more to go.
But it goes away, and goes back to look for something in the envelope.
"Do you trust me?" - He asks.
says no.
smiles again. It makes me lie down on one side, tie one on my wrists to the headboard the bed, I put a black patch over his eyes.
wants to play.
His footsteps away, the door creaking, then closes, the sound of the plastic bag.
And yet the wine that goes down into the glass, the spark of a lighter and something hot that I slipped down my spine.
I writhe a bit 'but I adapt quickly. Should be wax. Another candle, another wax, a curve. Another candle wax still still a curve.
imagine a "P" on the back.
whore.
Whore of wax. From model, to sculpt.
makes me turn belly up. I find it hard to hold that position, his arms tied behind the rest will do me. I feel
the sound of his city decided that pops up, opens my legs and I enter in with a bang.
I put a hand to his mouth. Two deep thrusts, then stops.
"Do you trust me?"
I shook my head.
began to return, once, twice, three times, louder and louder, go lower and lower. I hear him in the stomach. It leaves me free lips, moves her hand over her hair, pulling back, it hurts.
"Do you trust me?".
'No'.
I want more. And even stronger. I think he died. I would die.
He stops and begins to slip up, inside and out, in and out like a knife through butter, melted by the heat of summer.
Inside and out, as if he were teaching someone how to fuck a woman. I imagine his wonderful cock shiny, proud and rotten, and that fills me with even more cruelly me cruelly empty, body and soul.
begged him to remove the bandage from her eyes, I see his eyes close and his mouth opens. Says no.
does not trust me.
Inside and out, to live out and die inside, I took the chin, turn me around, I feel pain in the neck; m'infila two fingers in his mouth, he also explores what, in the dark. The sap and leaves the mouth open. Look
that filled my throat as tears fill my eyes already.
"Stop it." The bed
eases, Peter gets up. Even the sound of hands rummaging in the bag.
I taste the taste of cotton, a snare, maybe another bandage. Me the league behind the head, pushing too much on the edges of the mouth. I feel pain.
He kisses her cheek. It is a kiss clean. Almost a request for forgiveness. Almost a farewell.
"Do you trust me?"
no longer answer.
approaching footsteps.
reeks of alcohol and dirt stuck to the skin.
I try to struggle, I try to scream. I try to die. But I can not.
"We are equal" - the voice of Peter walks away - 'now I can not break my balls more. "
noises in the room. The door still creaks, and still closes. Male voices speaking a language I do not know, heavy shoes that fall on the floor, coins that jingle in your pockets. I imagine them both and still wearing the sweater with the cocks.
The smell of alcohol is approaching, the sound of a spit. I turn back on your side, I feel a finger enter my fat behind and rough.
"You there," - says one in broken Italian, but I enter it in the ass. Grunts like a pig. I feel his sweaty belly slam on the back.
"Now I take this" - the other voice whispers in my ear touching the bandage in my mouth. Her hair tickling my breast - "if you scream I'll kill you" - and without even giving me time tries to answer in his mouth. I keep my lips, I'll get a slap. I let it go, fuck me in the mouth for interminable minutes before coming to my throat while the other continues to push in all its disgusting orgasm.
I want to vomit.
mouth back empty.
Vomiting and fill it again.
Then, I no longer feel anything. Just stinks. Only pain. Inside and out.
noise that laces are tied, the sound of coins in the pockets of his trousers.
wine that goes down into the glasses.
reeks of alcohol and dirt stuck to the skin that comes close for the last time. Hot breath in my ears. No mercy for me, just words to Peter. Once again, everything only for Peter.
"The gambling debts are paid. Forever. "
Why Do You Weigh More After You Poop
Zanzibar - Giancarlo NARCISO
I expected much more from a book that has bothered Sandrone Dazieri. Ten style of the author, five to the plot, two complacency toward the exaltation of the first tiramm typical of those who do not want to grow.
is disguised as a noir, but it has nothing to noir. It is the story of a man who left Italy for Central America, spending a life of devices more or less read between drugs and women that are the envy Belen Rodriguez. The dark presence that follows it is named for the first time in the last hundred pages, and who is this presence is easy to imagine it being one of the characters sketched with more ambiguity throughout the book. History
very trivial, sometimes overly stereotypical, if not for the author who manages to be curious style pounding, fast and exciting would be a total flop.
FINAL VOTE: 6 / 10 
is disguised as a noir, but it has nothing to noir. It is the story of a man who left Italy for Central America, spending a life of devices more or less read between drugs and women that are the envy Belen Rodriguez. The dark presence that follows it is named for the first time in the last hundred pages, and who is this presence is easy to imagine it being one of the characters sketched with more ambiguity throughout the book. History
very trivial, sometimes overly stereotypical, if not for the author who manages to be curious style pounding, fast and exciting would be a total flop.
FINAL VOTE: 6 / 10
Plans For Horse Buggies
The Gospel According to Jesus Christ - Jose Saramago
An incredible book, that of Saramago. Unbelievably difficult stylistically difficult and almost impossible to digest, where the direct speech is stuck in the middle of the descriptions and where the periods are too long half-page without even a comma.
But at the same time is a wonderful book, the kind that when you get to the last page will leave a great sense of loneliness, because even though you already know what will happen to the last line is hoping for a different ending, because you get to love those people (and characters) that up to 300 pages before you felt completely indifferent, and do not want to see them die.
Jesus is a man who loves and lets go to the doubts of all people, that you question, that does not give up until the last the fate that God has chosen for him, and until the last try to deceive not to take on his shoulders the weight of tens of thousands of deaths in the name of a religion that he, for mouth of God himself, will know that blood and despair.
A cry of rebellion, that of Saramago, raw, sour, sweet and passionate, a cry that turns on the conscience, which aims to reflect on the dichotomy of good and evil and what good needs evil to be such a cry that questions with irony and bitterness, the fundamental precepts of the Catholic Church. A gospel shows us that Jesus of Nazareth in a different light, a Jesus of Nazareth who puts all the questions that every man, at least once in their life, he wanted to ask him. A Jesus who sees the contradictions that people see in God and try to fight until his last breath.
A book in which Mary Magdalene is redeemed by centuries of obscurantism and even the Judas Iscariot to betray the Master too much devotion to him and not for greed. Wonderful
appears on the final debate between Jesus, God and the Devil on a boat on the lake, where Saramago pulls out all the bad and unfair picture of God, where even the Devil offers to repair the evil done and what will do badly being rejected by a greedy and selfish that God wants at all costs to expand its domination over the rest of the world.
The sense of the whole book is summed up in the last sentence of Jesus, crucified, raised his eyes to heaven and exclaimed, turning to God "Men, forgive him, because he does not know what he did. "
short, a book that everyone should read at least ask some questions. Wonderful.
FINAL VOTE: 10/10 
An incredible book, that of Saramago. Unbelievably difficult stylistically difficult and almost impossible to digest, where the direct speech is stuck in the middle of the descriptions and where the periods are too long half-page without even a comma.
But at the same time is a wonderful book, the kind that when you get to the last page will leave a great sense of loneliness, because even though you already know what will happen to the last line is hoping for a different ending, because you get to love those people (and characters) that up to 300 pages before you felt completely indifferent, and do not want to see them die.
Jesus is a man who loves and lets go to the doubts of all people, that you question, that does not give up until the last the fate that God has chosen for him, and until the last try to deceive not to take on his shoulders the weight of tens of thousands of deaths in the name of a religion that he, for mouth of God himself, will know that blood and despair.
A cry of rebellion, that of Saramago, raw, sour, sweet and passionate, a cry that turns on the conscience, which aims to reflect on the dichotomy of good and evil and what good needs evil to be such a cry that questions with irony and bitterness, the fundamental precepts of the Catholic Church. A gospel shows us that Jesus of Nazareth in a different light, a Jesus of Nazareth who puts all the questions that every man, at least once in their life, he wanted to ask him. A Jesus who sees the contradictions that people see in God and try to fight until his last breath.
A book in which Mary Magdalene is redeemed by centuries of obscurantism and even the Judas Iscariot to betray the Master too much devotion to him and not for greed. Wonderful
appears on the final debate between Jesus, God and the Devil on a boat on the lake, where Saramago pulls out all the bad and unfair picture of God, where even the Devil offers to repair the evil done and what will do badly being rejected by a greedy and selfish that God wants at all costs to expand its domination over the rest of the world.
The sense of the whole book is summed up in the last sentence of Jesus, crucified, raised his eyes to heaven and exclaimed, turning to God "Men, forgive him, because he does not know what he did. "
short, a book that everyone should read at least ask some questions. Wonderful.
FINAL VOTE: 10/10
Mount And Blade Dalon Free
The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Back cover:
In Barcelona a summer morning in 1945 the owner of a used bookstore conducts year-old son, Daniel, to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, a secret place where thousands of volumes are subtracted from oblivion to which time has erased the memory . And here comes Daniel in possession of a book "curse" that will change the course of his life, introducing him to a world of mystery and intrigue associated with the figure of Julian Carax, the author of that volume. Daniel is left stunned, while from the past begin to emerge stories of illicit passions of impossible love, of friendship and absolute loyalty, and of a grisly killing spree in an abandoned mansion guarded secret. A story where Daniel finds himself gradually disturbing parallels with your life ...
I did not read anything by Zafon, and I will not read another. And I can not understand how this book could have become a best seller. Stuffed with unnecessary verbiage and full of cliches. A meatloaf
sickly sweet, unbelievably intricate to hide a banal background almost embarrassing, a mysterious character who's not mysterious has nothing, as we understand from the very beginning who is behind the true identity of Coubert Lain.
And the narrative style of the author, at least in this book, it shows green, immature and totally devoid of any interesting ideas. A book suitable for readers, perhaps naive, idealistic dreamers who do not know the strength of a true crime novel. In short, unlikely and exhausting.
FINAL VOTE: 5 / 10 
In Barcelona a summer morning in 1945 the owner of a used bookstore conducts year-old son, Daniel, to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, a secret place where thousands of volumes are subtracted from oblivion to which time has erased the memory . And here comes Daniel in possession of a book "curse" that will change the course of his life, introducing him to a world of mystery and intrigue associated with the figure of Julian Carax, the author of that volume. Daniel is left stunned, while from the past begin to emerge stories of illicit passions of impossible love, of friendship and absolute loyalty, and of a grisly killing spree in an abandoned mansion guarded secret. A story where Daniel finds himself gradually disturbing parallels with your life ...
I did not read anything by Zafon, and I will not read another. And I can not understand how this book could have become a best seller. Stuffed with unnecessary verbiage and full of cliches. A meatloaf
sickly sweet, unbelievably intricate to hide a banal background almost embarrassing, a mysterious character who's not mysterious has nothing, as we understand from the very beginning who is behind the true identity of Coubert Lain.
And the narrative style of the author, at least in this book, it shows green, immature and totally devoid of any interesting ideas. A book suitable for readers, perhaps naive, idealistic dreamers who do not know the strength of a true crime novel. In short, unlikely and exhausting.
FINAL VOTE: 5 / 10
Does Period Blood Have To Be Liquid
In this book there is the Devil - Luke Ducci
Title: This is a book
the Devil Author: Luca Ducceschi
Publisher: Montag
Genre : Horror
Pages: 177
Price: 14.00
BACK COVER
A trail of death that touches imaginary horrors such as witches, demons and vampires, but also real horrors like the ghosts of a mind sick, solitude in a nursing home, state violence.
Nine Stories, whispers nine, nine stab wounds in his back, red as blood, and blacks like fear. A fear that is often not only out there, but also within us. A war in which there are no winners or losers and redemption, perhaps, is far away.
Because this book is the devil ...
PLOT
This is a book the Devil is an anthology composed of nine short stories, bound by the same thread, the anguish.
anguish that the author is instilled through the use of ad-hoc environments, either through an undeniable ability to touch raw nerves, those related to uncontrollable fears that if stroked the right way get the desired effect: put on a fucking anxiety. Even and especially to see how it ends.
This book is the Devil is a journey in and out themselves. In because the fears of its protagonists are all those out because they is continually tossed from one place to another, from one world to another, without any restraint.
So you are sitting in the anteroom of a hospice that houses old people rather than particular, continue walking in the basement of a big city to emerge in the middle of a snowstorm in a world that is not ours. You do not have time to breathe a little 'clean air that you realize that he lost in a squalid clearing device where the only form of life is a little odd-looking tattoo artist recommended. And if you're afraid, your business, so do not run away, because the alternative is to take a road guarded by the specter of a child, or get into a deadly train that travels at breakneck speed on a dark night, and there, where the train stops, are waiting for a subway that takes you straight to a clinic for the mentally ill.
And the journey ends only where justice is not covered, and when hunger appears to be partly satisfied.
Ducceschi talks about a war without winners or losers, and it is exactly that: good and evil converge on an invisible line that creates an unreachable horizon.
CHARACTERS
Ducceschi during the nine episodes use all that can be used in a horror movie: ghosts, vampires, witches, devils, monsters. And if this were not enough, used to tell us all vehicles that are tied to the fear in the popular imagination: mysterious women, sad-eyed children, homeless people are forgotten by everyone, young fans of Satanic heavy metal, leather and covered with circus mystery, monks, priests and friends. But
This book is the Devil is not a bunch of stereotypes as it seems. Ducci part because of pre-patterns inherited from masters such as Lansdale and King, just to name a few, to do his own thing as usual and talk about what more he likes to tell.
is a book that you can drink in one breath, from first to last story, where the horror is almost an excuse to touch issues which would otherwise be difficult to digest, is a publisher that a reader: state violence, politics, sex, social.
In short, this book is that the Devil Ducci, who as always makes you think you read one thing, but in reality you says another.
STRENGTHS WEAKNESSES vs
It's never easy to review a collection of short stories. It is even more complicated review a collection of horror stories, where you can not say for fear of saying too much. Therefore omit the details about the plot, and I just indicate to me that those are the highlights of style.
The only weakness I found in the style of the author are:
- the tendency to be a bit 'too repetitive description of the setting and the use of certain expressions. There is an invasive presence of darkness, stench, cool music and post-punk / rock that I did not like much.
- the insistence with which it is intended to alert the reader of how big this is going to happen. In some stories you create an expectation difficult to satisfy especially heavy to bear.
strong points, in contrast, are numerous. Ducci confirms a raw style, direct and sometimes foul-mouthed and irreverent, but highly credible and balanced. The language paced and fascinating, charming but never coy, but not urban youth language, full of jargon but never forced, manages to bring something original even to stories that appear in some parts recycled.
All nine stories flow smoothly and without unnecessary waste of time behind descriptions or unnecessary detail, but I have never nor skinny nor light. Perhaps only in the last there is some affectation too, a hand a bit 'too much calcium, but overall a very good test.
STORIES
The most successful: the tattoo artist, because it's full of colors, images, pain and awakens the senses. Children because it is incredibly messy but very simple and beautiful to die. With just says so much.
The less successful: TWO AND A HELL OF ICE WHITE STAR OF LIGHT because it is too fantasy. YOUTH 'Kannibal because it is incredibly simple but very messy. With so much to say recently.
The most incomprehensible IN PARIS, and who understands it makes me a favor and explain
... Do yourself a favor: let out for Christmas that mollaccione home of Santa Claus, and then enter 'I'm the devil, that you might not take the usual pair of gloves with attached scarf, but you will definitely have something very interesting.
FINAL VOTE 8 / 10 
the Devil Author: Luca Ducceschi
Publisher: Montag
Genre : Horror
Pages: 177
Price: 14.00
BACK COVER
A trail of death that touches imaginary horrors such as witches, demons and vampires, but also real horrors like the ghosts of a mind sick, solitude in a nursing home, state violence.
Nine Stories, whispers nine, nine stab wounds in his back, red as blood, and blacks like fear. A fear that is often not only out there, but also within us. A war in which there are no winners or losers and redemption, perhaps, is far away.
Because this book is the devil ...
PLOT
This is a book the Devil is an anthology composed of nine short stories, bound by the same thread, the anguish.
anguish that the author is instilled through the use of ad-hoc environments, either through an undeniable ability to touch raw nerves, those related to uncontrollable fears that if stroked the right way get the desired effect: put on a fucking anxiety. Even and especially to see how it ends.
This book is the Devil is a journey in and out themselves. In because the fears of its protagonists are all those out because they is continually tossed from one place to another, from one world to another, without any restraint.
So you are sitting in the anteroom of a hospice that houses old people rather than particular, continue walking in the basement of a big city to emerge in the middle of a snowstorm in a world that is not ours. You do not have time to breathe a little 'clean air that you realize that he lost in a squalid clearing device where the only form of life is a little odd-looking tattoo artist recommended. And if you're afraid, your business, so do not run away, because the alternative is to take a road guarded by the specter of a child, or get into a deadly train that travels at breakneck speed on a dark night, and there, where the train stops, are waiting for a subway that takes you straight to a clinic for the mentally ill.
And the journey ends only where justice is not covered, and when hunger appears to be partly satisfied.
Ducceschi talks about a war without winners or losers, and it is exactly that: good and evil converge on an invisible line that creates an unreachable horizon.
CHARACTERS
Ducceschi during the nine episodes use all that can be used in a horror movie: ghosts, vampires, witches, devils, monsters. And if this were not enough, used to tell us all vehicles that are tied to the fear in the popular imagination: mysterious women, sad-eyed children, homeless people are forgotten by everyone, young fans of Satanic heavy metal, leather and covered with circus mystery, monks, priests and friends. But
This book is the Devil is not a bunch of stereotypes as it seems. Ducci part because of pre-patterns inherited from masters such as Lansdale and King, just to name a few, to do his own thing as usual and talk about what more he likes to tell.
is a book that you can drink in one breath, from first to last story, where the horror is almost an excuse to touch issues which would otherwise be difficult to digest, is a publisher that a reader: state violence, politics, sex, social.
In short, this book is that the Devil Ducci, who as always makes you think you read one thing, but in reality you says another.
STRENGTHS WEAKNESSES vs
It's never easy to review a collection of short stories. It is even more complicated review a collection of horror stories, where you can not say for fear of saying too much. Therefore omit the details about the plot, and I just indicate to me that those are the highlights of style.
The only weakness I found in the style of the author are:
- the tendency to be a bit 'too repetitive description of the setting and the use of certain expressions. There is an invasive presence of darkness, stench, cool music and post-punk / rock that I did not like much.
- the insistence with which it is intended to alert the reader of how big this is going to happen. In some stories you create an expectation difficult to satisfy especially heavy to bear.
strong points, in contrast, are numerous. Ducci confirms a raw style, direct and sometimes foul-mouthed and irreverent, but highly credible and balanced. The language paced and fascinating, charming but never coy, but not urban youth language, full of jargon but never forced, manages to bring something original even to stories that appear in some parts recycled.
All nine stories flow smoothly and without unnecessary waste of time behind descriptions or unnecessary detail, but I have never nor skinny nor light. Perhaps only in the last there is some affectation too, a hand a bit 'too much calcium, but overall a very good test.
STORIES
The most successful: the tattoo artist, because it's full of colors, images, pain and awakens the senses. Children because it is incredibly messy but very simple and beautiful to die. With just says so much.
The less successful: TWO AND A HELL OF ICE WHITE STAR OF LIGHT because it is too fantasy. YOUTH 'Kannibal because it is incredibly simple but very messy. With so much to say recently.
The most incomprehensible IN PARIS, and who understands it makes me a favor and explain
... Do yourself a favor: let out for Christmas that mollaccione home of Santa Claus, and then enter 'I'm the devil, that you might not take the usual pair of gloves with attached scarf, but you will definitely have something very interesting.
FINAL VOTE 8 / 10
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Any title is fine - Francesco COUNCIL
Title: Any title is fine - novel to pieces
Author: Francesco Council
Genre: Boh
Publisher: Publisher Iacobelli
Cost: € 12 , 00
Back cover: The mysterious death of Anna Grace Diamond is only the beginning of this book really out of the canon.
is certainly a mystery to Francesco Council but, typical of the genre over the plot, stretches the hilarious, sometimes painful reflection of the author / protagonist Franco Lamaiola. A little
'metaromanzo, a little' autobiography, he writes Lamaiola and occasionally interrupted the action to take stock, reflect, think "out loud" dialogue by the two parts of his head, those that respect and recognizes their value and that on the contrary, despises him.
The book that comes out is a hybrid, a very interesting contamination, a "strange object" that recounts the genesis of writing in the mind of the author and is worth reading because it is the result of a very stylistic and narrative unexpected.
Plot:
A woman of forty is found murdered. Report by the forensic part of a novel highly fragmented, as indicated by the author in the subtitle, which relives notations ironic, grotesque, sometimes melancholic moments in the life of a small group of people who had lived together in very early adolescence and the years high school in Pian della Repubblica, the province of Agrigento.
The excuse to write a detective story and, yes, just an excuse, because the yellow book has nothing, if not the author's wishful thinking about becoming a mystery writer.
The narrative - very lively, immediate, rambling, which makes use of a register full of gergalilsmi and profanity - is conducted by Franco Lamaiola aspiring writer protagonist narrator, and is developing into short chapters that speak of individual characters, often told from his point of view, how their life has been intertwined with his, in reality or in dreams, fantasies or sexual episodes narrated with real originality. In this line of claustrophobic narrative alternating chapters in which the narrator speaks of himself, his bad family relationships, but especially of his aspirations as a writer, of his attempts, his models, the first of Chuck Palahniuk. Often his head seems to split, some cheering him on, that the plot, and a party who is highly critical and wants to destroy her illusions. What emerges a humanity often mediocre, locked in his obsession, in his desire, incapable of authentic relationships, each closed in itself, despite the obsessive vitality.
Considerations
Any title is fine is the best title for this novel without a plot, consisting of over 130 chapters short, never more than two pages long, rambling, disconnected, interspersed with thoughts, reflections, dialogues between the good side and bad side of the head of the author.
is a text that can trigger strong and conflicting reactions: the first fifty pages would you go to take Francesco Council for the neck and strangle him, in the first hundred Iacobelli would you go to take the neck and say, you refused to publish my manuscript and this shit? Then change your mind. Why did you start to get into the spirit of the novel and you surrender to his delusions, his teasing, ruthless abandon the role of censor, a lover of beautiful writing and you realize that the Council is good, it's good. Gets under the skin and even you realize it is about you, your world, your parents with irony, sarcasm and cynicism. You take your ass from beginning to end, and just the thought of sending him to the country leaves you, takes over the thought that the Council is actually a true genius, that few of his novels before you have unleashed in feelings so contradictory to the point of wanting to know all the costs for the first insult, and then congratulate him.
is a text to be read with patience and devour greedily, to be forgotten immediately after the last page and keep on top of the library along with the books that we liked more. It is strong, direct, sometimes cynical, sometimes vulgar, sometimes incomprehensible, but with peak brilliance the envy of any writer best known. A Council
the only advice I can give is to avoid the obsessive repetitions using, because his way of telling, his wits, his thoughts and his views are already quite compelling and original and do not need to build on it, no special effect.
In short, the Council bravo, bravo bravo bravo!
Final score 9 / 10 
Title: Any title is fine - novel to pieces
Author: Francesco Council
Genre: Boh
Publisher: Publisher Iacobelli
Cost: € 12 , 00
Back cover: The mysterious death of Anna Grace Diamond is only the beginning of this book really out of the canon.
is certainly a mystery to Francesco Council but, typical of the genre over the plot, stretches the hilarious, sometimes painful reflection of the author / protagonist Franco Lamaiola. A little
'metaromanzo, a little' autobiography, he writes Lamaiola and occasionally interrupted the action to take stock, reflect, think "out loud" dialogue by the two parts of his head, those that respect and recognizes their value and that on the contrary, despises him.
The book that comes out is a hybrid, a very interesting contamination, a "strange object" that recounts the genesis of writing in the mind of the author and is worth reading because it is the result of a very stylistic and narrative unexpected.
Plot:
A woman of forty is found murdered. Report by the forensic part of a novel highly fragmented, as indicated by the author in the subtitle, which relives notations ironic, grotesque, sometimes melancholic moments in the life of a small group of people who had lived together in very early adolescence and the years high school in Pian della Repubblica, the province of Agrigento.
The excuse to write a detective story and, yes, just an excuse, because the yellow book has nothing, if not the author's wishful thinking about becoming a mystery writer.
The narrative - very lively, immediate, rambling, which makes use of a register full of gergalilsmi and profanity - is conducted by Franco Lamaiola aspiring writer protagonist narrator, and is developing into short chapters that speak of individual characters, often told from his point of view, how their life has been intertwined with his, in reality or in dreams, fantasies or sexual episodes narrated with real originality. In this line of claustrophobic narrative alternating chapters in which the narrator speaks of himself, his bad family relationships, but especially of his aspirations as a writer, of his attempts, his models, the first of Chuck Palahniuk. Often his head seems to split, some cheering him on, that the plot, and a party who is highly critical and wants to destroy her illusions. What emerges a humanity often mediocre, locked in his obsession, in his desire, incapable of authentic relationships, each closed in itself, despite the obsessive vitality.
Considerations
Any title is fine is the best title for this novel without a plot, consisting of over 130 chapters short, never more than two pages long, rambling, disconnected, interspersed with thoughts, reflections, dialogues between the good side and bad side of the head of the author.
is a text that can trigger strong and conflicting reactions: the first fifty pages would you go to take Francesco Council for the neck and strangle him, in the first hundred Iacobelli would you go to take the neck and say, you refused to publish my manuscript and this shit? Then change your mind. Why did you start to get into the spirit of the novel and you surrender to his delusions, his teasing, ruthless abandon the role of censor, a lover of beautiful writing and you realize that the Council is good, it's good. Gets under the skin and even you realize it is about you, your world, your parents with irony, sarcasm and cynicism. You take your ass from beginning to end, and just the thought of sending him to the country leaves you, takes over the thought that the Council is actually a true genius, that few of his novels before you have unleashed in feelings so contradictory to the point of wanting to know all the costs for the first insult, and then congratulate him.
is a text to be read with patience and devour greedily, to be forgotten immediately after the last page and keep on top of the library along with the books that we liked more. It is strong, direct, sometimes cynical, sometimes vulgar, sometimes incomprehensible, but with peak brilliance the envy of any writer best known. A Council
the only advice I can give is to avoid the obsessive repetitions using, because his way of telling, his wits, his thoughts and his views are already quite compelling and original and do not need to build on it, no special effect.
In short, the Council bravo, bravo bravo bravo!
Final score 9 / 10
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Eternal return - Lorenzo Pellegrini
Pages: 276
Genre: Yellow
Price: 16:00
From the back cover: An aspiring writer
dies under mysterious circumstances. The case, assigned to the marshal Gables, turns out to be complicated. Two friends of victim, a brother and a man with a troubled past will lead to a universe afloat terrible and disturbing manipulations, experiments, lethal injections and a whirlwind tour of money and power behind the respectable façade of a multinational. In the background, the world of stardom with silicone starlets faces redone. Perhaps there is also room for love, the lost, desired, idealized. Maybe.
GENERAL
go far can the human vanity, when accompanied and cheered on by a thirst for power? According Lorenza Pellegrini can reach levels of cruelty and ferocity seemingly unimaginable. Reading his book is inevitably reflect on the world around us, how much is devoted to the exaltation of form and substance to what little mind you. A key to reading is certainly a charge to the absence of values \u200b\u200bin society today, where everything, including death, takes on less importance compared to the glitter of seeming perfection.
PLOT
The book opens with the discovery of a dead woman in a ditch. A coroner is ready to report the body, but the woman, an aspiring writer who at the time of death was working on his second novel, continues to be able to think, to feel, to understand what is going on. Why? Well, I can not tell you
But I can tell you that the dead woman in some way will be first-aid to the investigation. The death appears anomalous
immediately, no apparent cause, "natural death", while always been a person in perfect health. For this reason, her husband, her doctor (Stella) and one of her friends (Mat) begin a sort of parallel investigation in which disturbing issues emerge from the world of aesthetic medicine. It will be a long and studded entry of many characters in the scene like an old college buddy from Mat, Daniel, for reasons related to his controversial past, decides to enter a convent and become a monk, Joanna, the wife of the Commissioner Gables, a very bad example of a woman, the medical staff of the clinic which is the background to the novel, all low-grade, without exception. And of course, Mat, and The Star, unsuspecting victim of a drug addict.
VOTE FOR THE PLOT: 8 / 10
CHARACTERS:
The author has done a good job of characterization. The characters are seen, perceived their thoughts and their attitudes. Positive hemisphere most outstanding women, including the victim, while the negative lead the way for men are, for evil that inner weakness.
The author has managed to hold on the same plane all the players, there are prominent but all are very present in every page, even where no one speaks directly to them.
Maybe in a few cases are a bit 'too stereotypical, such as that Mariano is the perfect incarnation of the superfluous, which is matched by Stella instead close to perfection in every area: aesthetic, professional, moral. No coincidence between the two there is much to say in the book, not only as individual entities but also as an unlikely pairing. And perhaps these two characters than the other lose some 'credibility.
VOTE FOR CHARACTERS: 7.5/10
stylistic choice
style used by the author is the thing I liked most. Excellent properties of language (you can see the teacher, if I may) and I found it really interesting the way Lorenza can get in the shoes of the characters, especially when they can not describe in words. Unlike other novels of the author, at least in certain passages, it can certainly be based on personal experiences but nevertheless manages to be light to fly over things gently and never superficial. He manages to perfectly convey the emotions experienced by his characters even when they themselves are unable to separate. The way to tell by Lorenza is very refined, never comes excess, no loss of style, even when the scene would make it easy to lapse into the vernacular.
VOTE FOR THE STYLE: 10/10
COURT STAFF
My opinion must necessarily be divided into two parts. The first relates to the first half of the book, to the point of junction of the investigation. For this first part I would give eleven out of ten. Difficult to enclose the first hundred pages into an adjective. I found this part of the book really wonderful, interesting, passionate, gentle, delicate, romantic. On the one hand there is a weakness that is almost tender, the other a devastating force. The sacredness of life is gently mocked by a disarming, in a world where even the beating of wings of an annoying fly takes signficati apparently unthinkable. In the second part
karma does his duty, going to hit in some cases and reward in others, who in the early part of the book has performed actions worthy or unworthy.
The second part of the novel I found it a little less vigorous, slowly going to diminish those surreal aspects that made the book so interesting to make room for less and less veiled accusation against consumerism and appearances, but perhaps it is inevitable since it is a yellow, and sooner or later its mysterious aspects to be revealed.
Eternal Return is the full immersion of a core white in a dirty world, where if you're not careful risk of being tainted for life, and taking no bleach. Once the stain is impossible to send her away.
From the perspective of the "package" than the other text I have reviewed Montag, nothing to plead. Layout perfect, just two or three typos but very little account, and about 276 pages I would say that there may well be, good editing. As highlighted in the editor in the topic you notice that the time was also considerably improved the package without damaging the contents.
A novel is certainly interesting, where it mixes with the surreal lived for long stretches. A great job, in my opinion. I note that in this review, I tried to stay as generic as possible because it is a mystery I can not reveal absolutely nothing about the plot, from a certain point onwards.
Overall Rating: 8.5 / 10 
Author: Lorenza Pellegrini
Publisher: Montag Pages: 276
Genre: Yellow
Price: 16:00
From the back cover: An aspiring writer
dies under mysterious circumstances. The case, assigned to the marshal Gables, turns out to be complicated. Two friends of victim, a brother and a man with a troubled past will lead to a universe afloat terrible and disturbing manipulations, experiments, lethal injections and a whirlwind tour of money and power behind the respectable façade of a multinational. In the background, the world of stardom with silicone starlets faces redone. Perhaps there is also room for love, the lost, desired, idealized. Maybe.
GENERAL
go far can the human vanity, when accompanied and cheered on by a thirst for power? According Lorenza Pellegrini can reach levels of cruelty and ferocity seemingly unimaginable. Reading his book is inevitably reflect on the world around us, how much is devoted to the exaltation of form and substance to what little mind you. A key to reading is certainly a charge to the absence of values \u200b\u200bin society today, where everything, including death, takes on less importance compared to the glitter of seeming perfection.
PLOT
The book opens with the discovery of a dead woman in a ditch. A coroner is ready to report the body, but the woman, an aspiring writer who at the time of death was working on his second novel, continues to be able to think, to feel, to understand what is going on. Why? Well, I can not tell you
But I can tell you that the dead woman in some way will be first-aid to the investigation. The death appears anomalous immediately, no apparent cause, "natural death", while always been a person in perfect health. For this reason, her husband, her doctor (Stella) and one of her friends (Mat) begin a sort of parallel investigation in which disturbing issues emerge from the world of aesthetic medicine. It will be a long and studded entry of many characters in the scene like an old college buddy from Mat, Daniel, for reasons related to his controversial past, decides to enter a convent and become a monk, Joanna, the wife of the Commissioner Gables, a very bad example of a woman, the medical staff of the clinic which is the background to the novel, all low-grade, without exception. And of course, Mat, and The Star, unsuspecting victim of a drug addict.
VOTE FOR THE PLOT: 8 / 10
CHARACTERS:
The author has done a good job of characterization. The characters are seen, perceived their thoughts and their attitudes. Positive hemisphere most outstanding women, including the victim, while the negative lead the way for men are, for evil that inner weakness.
The author has managed to hold on the same plane all the players, there are prominent but all are very present in every page, even where no one speaks directly to them.
Maybe in a few cases are a bit 'too stereotypical, such as that Mariano is the perfect incarnation of the superfluous, which is matched by Stella instead close to perfection in every area: aesthetic, professional, moral. No coincidence between the two there is much to say in the book, not only as individual entities but also as an unlikely pairing. And perhaps these two characters than the other lose some 'credibility.
VOTE FOR CHARACTERS: 7.5/10
stylistic choice
style used by the author is the thing I liked most. Excellent properties of language (you can see the teacher, if I may
) and I found it really interesting the way Lorenza can get in the shoes of the characters, especially when they can not describe in words. Unlike other novels of the author, at least in certain passages, it can certainly be based on personal experiences but nevertheless manages to be light to fly over things gently and never superficial. He manages to perfectly convey the emotions experienced by his characters even when they themselves are unable to separate. The way to tell by Lorenza is very refined, never comes excess, no loss of style, even when the scene would make it easy to lapse into the vernacular. VOTE FOR THE STYLE: 10/10
COURT STAFF
My opinion must necessarily be divided into two parts. The first relates to the first half of the book, to the point of junction of the investigation. For this first part I would give eleven out of ten. Difficult to enclose the first hundred pages into an adjective. I found this part of the book really wonderful, interesting, passionate, gentle, delicate, romantic. On the one hand there is a weakness that is almost tender, the other a devastating force. The sacredness of life is gently mocked by a disarming, in a world where even the beating of wings of an annoying fly takes signficati apparently unthinkable. In the second part
karma does his duty, going to hit in some cases and reward in others, who in the early part of the book has performed actions worthy or unworthy.
The second part of the novel I found it a little less vigorous, slowly going to diminish those surreal aspects that made the book so interesting to make room for less and less veiled accusation against consumerism and appearances, but perhaps it is inevitable since it is a yellow, and sooner or later its mysterious aspects to be revealed.
Eternal Return is the full immersion of a core white in a dirty world, where if you're not careful risk of being tainted for life, and taking no bleach. Once the stain is impossible to send her away.
From the perspective of the "package" than the other text I have reviewed Montag, nothing to plead. Layout perfect, just two or three typos but very little account, and about 276 pages I would say that there may well be, good editing. As highlighted in the editor in the topic you notice that the time was also considerably improved the package without damaging the contents.
A novel is certainly interesting, where it mixes with the surreal lived for long stretches. A great job, in my opinion. I note that in this review, I tried to stay as generic as possible because it is a mystery I can not reveal absolutely nothing about the plot, from a certain point onwards.
Overall Rating: 8.5 / 10
Herpes How Many Spots
clock ash - Aldo MOSCATELLI
Publisher: The Dreamers
Genre: Noir?
Price: 8.90
http://www.casadeisognatori.com/2catalogo.htm
The style is good, quite realistic, convincing, or not exceed the one hand, the imitative or the other, that of the original at all costs. I particularly appreciated the author's language to create a realistic and never use profanity. It 'a good thing, because I am not bigoted, not at all, but precisely because of these little tricks you can tell if a writer has an eye open to the reader, or if trying to throw smoke in the eye. It seems to me that from this point of view Moscatelli has not one but two eyes open on the player.
The characters had to be better delineated, although the figure of Crane is the most mysterious and less clear, is better described. The others are completely lacking in depth.
The novel would be a film noir, as claimed by the same Moscatelli, told through the sequential exposure of a series of clichés, but that this is not so much out of place as the inconsistencies, forcing that seem to put there to address the lack of ideas that give to book the desired effect.
One such example: I find it very unlikely that a "few weeks" as confirmed by the author, a lay woman to become a nun. It 's true that there are monasteries that welcome women who feel the "call", but it is also true that to become the first sisters to make a long journey that certainly does not last a few weeks. Until that time, although it can live in a convent, one is a secular, not religious.
Another example is the scenario that leads to the resolution of the case: the apartment of a victim is found, the test mother.
Crane, the protagonist, is a private investigator with a history in the police, who performs a parallel investigation to the police. A distance of at least two days from the murder of one of the victims, the house of the latter is impounded by the police but, ironically, not the search, because the inspector is convinced that the apartment of the victim can not give any clues for the investigation, which he thinks should be in another direction. I do not know exactly investigative protocols, but I think, if only for practice, the house of a woman who is murdered in front of their door at least worth the search.
Personally, I realized very early on who the murderess, maybe it was a figure outlined with too much ambiguity because a player who loves yellow as mine, it did not suspect it right away.
This leads me to say that despite the statement of facts is nice, the plot is weak, the plots are not convincing, everything seems veiled by a veneer of simplicity that too out of place.
If you were a noir probably these details I would not have even noticed, but I think that the yellow strand / thriller is a genre of narrative most delicate and complex to manage, just a little detail out of place to lose all credibility 'whole work.
All in all I think he realized that the book I was not convinced.
Title: clock ash
Author: Aldo Moscatelli Publisher: The Dreamers
Genre: Noir?
Price: 8.90
http://www.casadeisognatori.com/2catalogo.htm
I read it in just over two hours, which is already a good start. But my review is not entirely positive, I hope he will forgive me the good Moscatelli, delightful person for what little I know.
The style is good, quite realistic, convincing, or not exceed the one hand, the imitative or the other, that of the original at all costs. I particularly appreciated the author's language to create a realistic and never use profanity. It 'a good thing, because I am not bigoted, not at all, but precisely because of these little tricks you can tell if a writer has an eye open to the reader, or if trying to throw smoke in the eye. It seems to me that from this point of view Moscatelli has not one but two eyes open on the player.
The characters had to be better delineated, although the figure of Crane is the most mysterious and less clear, is better described. The others are completely lacking in depth.
The novel would be a film noir, as claimed by the same Moscatelli, told through the sequential exposure of a series of clichés, but that this is not so much out of place as the inconsistencies, forcing that seem to put there to address the lack of ideas that give to book the desired effect.
One such example: I find it very unlikely that a "few weeks" as confirmed by the author, a lay woman to become a nun. It 's true that there are monasteries that welcome women who feel the "call", but it is also true that to become the first sisters to make a long journey that certainly does not last a few weeks. Until that time, although it can live in a convent, one is a secular, not religious.
Another example is the scenario that leads to the resolution of the case: the apartment of a victim is found, the test mother.
Crane, the protagonist, is a private investigator with a history in the police, who performs a parallel investigation to the police. A distance of at least two days from the murder of one of the victims, the house of the latter is impounded by the police but, ironically, not the search, because the inspector is convinced that the apartment of the victim can not give any clues for the investigation, which he thinks should be in another direction. I do not know exactly investigative protocols, but I think, if only for practice, the house of a woman who is murdered in front of their door at least worth the search.
Personally, I realized very early on who the murderess, maybe it was a figure outlined with too much ambiguity because a player who loves yellow as mine, it did not suspect it right away.
This leads me to say that despite the statement of facts is nice, the plot is weak, the plots are not convincing, everything seems veiled by a veneer of simplicity that too out of place.
If you were a noir probably these details I would not have even noticed, but I think that the yellow strand / thriller is a genre of narrative most delicate and complex to manage, just a little detail out of place to lose all credibility 'whole work.
All in all I think he realized that the book I was not convinced.
FINAL VOTE: 6 / 10
What Do Reactive Lymphocytes Mean
We liked gansendrosis - Luca Ducci
Author: Luca Ducceschi
Publisher: Montag
Pages: 88
Genre: Fiction
Price: 13.00EUR
From the back cover:
three of us went there immediately after the funeral. Indeed, perhaps we should say that we escaped immediately after the funeral. We left the cemetery, almost running, not looking at anyone, and we ran into the car. Actually, I'm not even entirely sure that the priest had finished counting up. Not bad. It was everything else for us to be finished.
Second half of the nineties: the summer is the death of Lady D. Italian and the first goal from Ronaldo. To Stephen, Mark Gigio and Short will be the last summer of an era as a coarse and fast guitar solos, spent chasing the partisans of the old myths and new idols of the music lasts. Between booze and smoke together, the four friends will understand that certain gaps can not be filled by the icons on t-shirts and songs that lament the good old days. But even that in every ending can be a new beginning, and that any new beginning can lead to a new ending ...
GENERAL:
stories of hardship experienced in an apparent normality of the province. Everything was easier when you do not know the joys and sorrows of life, when we still liked Gansendrosis. Not today, no longer the case. At 17, almost 18, you think you've seen and experienced too much, you arrogate the right to make budgets, to say that before things were better without realizing that the first life you never knew what it was. Today Gansendrosis be heard in secret, because in 17 years, almost 18, you can not allow yourself to listen to a group that is sold to the highest bidder, who has betrayed what was beginning to chase success. Yet you still love Gansendrosis.
Where is that one feels truly at home? Where do you live, where it returns to sleep, or where his heart is open to feelings unknown gratitude, love that asks nothing in turn be loved? At 17, almost 18, still do not know, but do everything to understand it. So that eventually we all die too.
PLOT
The book opens with the story of the funeral of Lori, one of four members of the small group from which the author was inspired to tell the story of four young people during his last months of life. Loris
the Short, the Viking Marco, Luigi and Stefano Gigio (the narrator, the only one not have a nickname, and maybe the author can explain why) are four guys of 17 years who spend their days in a small town in Piedmont playing, drinking beer, smoking weed and listening to the tales of his grandfather Alfred, partisan.
During the summer of 1997, Short takes a trip to the Netherlands from which deeply shocked and will return only with the help of three friends who organize an expedition to return to strut.
The trip to Amsterdam is the spark that blows all the discomfort of Loris, probably accumulated during a lifetime. In Loris Holland meets a local girl, he falls hopelessly in love and after an initial period where everything seems to be rushing things well. Loris falls into a deep state of malaise from which it comes out more. And just when it seems to be to recover will end his days hanging himself from a crane to a construction site. The friends will take revenge by presenting a couple of years after the Sanremo Festival with their group, which has become almost a quasi-melodic-metal to adapt to the market, quite irreverent.
VOTE FOR THE PLOT: 6 / 10
CHARACTERS:
All well defined and well characterized, both in physical and in the psychological aspects. "We liked Gansendrosis" is the story of a quartet of teenage friends any unconventional of any of the northern Italian province, where the word not accept any negative connotations but on the contrary does understand how these guys are similar, not so much in behavior As in dreams and anger, all young people of that age. A near-perfect portrait of the typical teenage rebels who have not yet figured out which side they are but certainly know how to stay on the right side, loudly defending their ideals and ideas of equality.
In the second half of the nineties teenagers were easily classifiable into two categories: those who went to the disco, listen to techno and dressed by zarri 17 years and those who were already nostalgic for the seventies, listening to the rock (or metal), wore their hair long and dressed as protesters against the Vietnam War. In two words, bundles on the one hand, the other mints. The four young protagonists belong to the second category.
leading figure of the short, what is surely the most gutted, a boy who loses his parents in a fire when he was very small and grow with her grandfather, carrying the weight of everything that has always been missing and that its Friends were not able to understand.
VOTE FOR CHARACTERS: 8 / 10
Excellent choice of style. The author, in his thirties in real life, manages to fit perfectly in the role of seventeen year old narrator, using a fluid style and never dull, firm but never excessively vulgar, harsh, but never annoying. Almost as if the good result was the fruit of experience actually lived and a memory still vivid in the memory of Ducci. It tells of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Trivial, you say. But no. The plot device is used to tell the story directly to the reader, addressing him as if the same could and should respond to the questions raised gradually. Reading is always smooth and the brevity of the book helps to not let go even for a moment (I read in an hour), convincing the reader that is missing now very little to get to the end. I appreciated the choice of the author and publisher to use a photo as the cover image of parked bicycles in Amsterdam. That image says much of the book. VOTE FOR
STYLE: 9 / 10
COURT STAFF
basically positive, because bottom line is always nice to read stories of young people of any generation. Because in the end you look a bit 'all, changing accessories, change behavior, change the places visited, but the dreams and anger as I said at the start are always the same. And for those who have been forced to abandon those ambitions age reasons to engage in mortgage, home, the place fixed, remember how it was and how it felt raises quite a lump in my throat, the kind that are good.
It 's a novel of impact, which still leaves you with something inside, it was also a sense of melancholy of defeat, a wry smile or a tear that will not go down. Very suitable for those who, like me, today he lives a thousand euro generation, that of children born in the late seventies who spent his adolescence in the same period of the protagonists of the book. Personally, I recognized a lot in those young people, having lived through a tragedy, unfortunately, very similar to their own madness and having loved Guns N 'Roses. It 's a book that can awaken feelings that sleep in some part of our unconscious to the surface and show the emotion you feel when you drink a beer on a porch when a storm comes down, emotions are difficult to prove that after that age, but occasionally is a lot to remember.
I do not know if and what was intended by the author, reminded me very much the style of Luciano Ligabue, both in the stories narrated in the book "Inside and outside the village" is, and especially in the films "Radiofreccia" and "Dazeroadieci. There are some steps
truly delicious and elegant, flowing narrative that expertly seasoned, allowing the reader to pause a moment to catch my breath, going back to reread those lines that have hit like a punch in the stomach, other choices are used by Ducci however, less agreement, such as at the end. It seems to me that the story concluded with the participation in Sanremo distorts everything, for two reasons: first because is very unrealistic in a story where instead the absolute realism is the master (among other things, speaks of a presenter of the east, but in the book cited in the edition of Sanremo presenter was English, Ines Sastre) and second place, more importantly, because I feel a desire to tread in the hand longer than was necessary. That the Court would always lived in the body and mind of the three survivors was already clear enough without a final fireworks display like the one that was chosen.
Bella instead the narrative of the death of Loris, to the tune of Losing My Religion by REM and beautiful also the last paragraph, a flash on the G8 summit in Genoa seen through the eyes of a protagonist and not a viewer. And now the painful
notes ... from a purely economic point of view in spite of myself I must be bad: I think that 13 € is way too much for a book of 88 pages which offered an hour's pleasant reading has several printing errors (double punctuation, capitalization, and misuse of double and so on) and a layout at least questionable. I think the brevity of the novel could allow editing a bit 'more accurately. All in all though a reader of rookies do not think I bought this book if it was not written by a member of this forum, the price is prohibitive in relation to GDP.
say that these considerations are a little lower ' overall rating than the average math ...
Overall Rating: 7.5 / 10 
Publisher: Montag
Pages: 88
Genre: Fiction
Price: 13.00EUR
From the back cover:
three of us went there immediately after the funeral. Indeed, perhaps we should say that we escaped immediately after the funeral. We left the cemetery, almost running, not looking at anyone, and we ran into the car. Actually, I'm not even entirely sure that the priest had finished counting up. Not bad. It was everything else for us to be finished.
Second half of the nineties: the summer is the death of Lady D. Italian and the first goal from Ronaldo. To Stephen, Mark Gigio and Short will be the last summer of an era as a coarse and fast guitar solos, spent chasing the partisans of the old myths and new idols of the music lasts. Between booze and smoke together, the four friends will understand that certain gaps can not be filled by the icons on t-shirts and songs that lament the good old days. But even that in every ending can be a new beginning, and that any new beginning can lead to a new ending ...
GENERAL:
stories of hardship experienced in an apparent normality of the province. Everything was easier when you do not know the joys and sorrows of life, when we still liked Gansendrosis. Not today, no longer the case. At 17, almost 18, you think you've seen and experienced too much, you arrogate the right to make budgets, to say that before things were better without realizing that the first life you never knew what it was. Today Gansendrosis be heard in secret, because in 17 years, almost 18, you can not allow yourself to listen to a group that is sold to the highest bidder, who has betrayed what was beginning to chase success. Yet you still love Gansendrosis.
Where is that one feels truly at home? Where do you live, where it returns to sleep, or where his heart is open to feelings unknown gratitude, love that asks nothing in turn be loved? At 17, almost 18, still do not know, but do everything to understand it. So that eventually we all die too.
PLOT
The book opens with the story of the funeral of Lori, one of four members of the small group from which the author was inspired to tell the story of four young people during his last months of life. Loris
the Short, the Viking Marco, Luigi and Stefano Gigio (the narrator, the only one not have a nickname, and maybe the author can explain why) are four guys of 17 years who spend their days in a small town in Piedmont playing, drinking beer, smoking weed and listening to the tales of his grandfather Alfred, partisan.
During the summer of 1997, Short takes a trip to the Netherlands from which deeply shocked and will return only with the help of three friends who organize an expedition to return to strut.
The trip to Amsterdam is the spark that blows all the discomfort of Loris, probably accumulated during a lifetime. In Loris Holland meets a local girl, he falls hopelessly in love and after an initial period where everything seems to be rushing things well. Loris falls into a deep state of malaise from which it comes out more. And just when it seems to be to recover will end his days hanging himself from a crane to a construction site. The friends will take revenge by presenting a couple of years after the Sanremo Festival with their group, which has become almost a quasi-melodic-metal to adapt to the market, quite irreverent.
VOTE FOR THE PLOT: 6 / 10
CHARACTERS:
All well defined and well characterized, both in physical and in the psychological aspects. "We liked Gansendrosis" is the story of a quartet of teenage friends any unconventional of any of the northern Italian province, where the word not accept any negative connotations but on the contrary does understand how these guys are similar, not so much in behavior As in dreams and anger, all young people of that age. A near-perfect portrait of the typical teenage rebels who have not yet figured out which side they are but certainly know how to stay on the right side, loudly defending their ideals and ideas of equality.
In the second half of the nineties teenagers were easily classifiable into two categories: those who went to the disco, listen to techno and dressed by zarri 17 years and those who were already nostalgic for the seventies, listening to the rock (or metal), wore their hair long and dressed as protesters against the Vietnam War. In two words, bundles on the one hand, the other mints. The four young protagonists belong to the second category.
leading figure of the short, what is surely the most gutted, a boy who loses his parents in a fire when he was very small and grow with her grandfather, carrying the weight of everything that has always been missing and that its Friends were not able to understand.
VOTE FOR CHARACTERS: 8 / 10
Excellent choice of style. The author, in his thirties in real life, manages to fit perfectly in the role of seventeen year old narrator, using a fluid style and never dull, firm but never excessively vulgar, harsh, but never annoying. Almost as if the good result was the fruit of experience actually lived and a memory still vivid in the memory of Ducci. It tells of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Trivial, you say. But no. The plot device is used to tell the story directly to the reader, addressing him as if the same could and should respond to the questions raised gradually. Reading is always smooth and the brevity of the book helps to not let go even for a moment (I read in an hour), convincing the reader that is missing now very little to get to the end. I appreciated the choice of the author and publisher to use a photo as the cover image of parked bicycles in Amsterdam. That image says much of the book. VOTE FOR
STYLE: 9 / 10
COURT STAFF
basically positive, because bottom line is always nice to read stories of young people of any generation. Because in the end you look a bit 'all, changing accessories, change behavior, change the places visited, but the dreams and anger as I said at the start are always the same. And for those who have been forced to abandon those ambitions age reasons to engage in mortgage, home, the place fixed, remember how it was and how it felt raises quite a lump in my throat, the kind that are good.
It 's a novel of impact, which still leaves you with something inside, it was also a sense of melancholy of defeat, a wry smile or a tear that will not go down. Very suitable for those who, like me, today he lives a thousand euro generation, that of children born in the late seventies who spent his adolescence in the same period of the protagonists of the book. Personally, I recognized a lot in those young people, having lived through a tragedy, unfortunately, very similar to their own madness and having loved Guns N 'Roses. It 's a book that can awaken feelings that sleep in some part of our unconscious to the surface and show the emotion you feel when you drink a beer on a porch when a storm comes down, emotions are difficult to prove that after that age, but occasionally is a lot to remember.
I do not know if and what was intended by the author, reminded me very much the style of Luciano Ligabue, both in the stories narrated in the book "Inside and outside the village" is, and especially in the films "Radiofreccia" and "Dazeroadieci. There are some steps
truly delicious and elegant, flowing narrative that expertly seasoned, allowing the reader to pause a moment to catch my breath, going back to reread those lines that have hit like a punch in the stomach, other choices are used by Ducci however, less agreement, such as at the end. It seems to me that the story concluded with the participation in Sanremo distorts everything, for two reasons: first because is very unrealistic in a story where instead the absolute realism is the master (among other things, speaks of a presenter of the east, but in the book cited in the edition of Sanremo presenter was English, Ines Sastre) and second place, more importantly, because I feel a desire to tread in the hand longer than was necessary. That the Court would always lived in the body and mind of the three survivors was already clear enough without a final fireworks display like the one that was chosen.
Bella instead the narrative of the death of Loris, to the tune of Losing My Religion by REM and beautiful also the last paragraph, a flash on the G8 summit in Genoa seen through the eyes of a protagonist and not a viewer. And now the painful
notes ... from a purely economic point of view in spite of myself I must be bad: I think that 13 € is way too much for a book of 88 pages which offered an hour's pleasant reading has several printing errors (double punctuation, capitalization, and misuse of double and so on) and a layout at least questionable. I think the brevity of the novel could allow editing a bit 'more accurately. All in all though a reader of rookies do not think I bought this book if it was not written by a member of this forum, the price is prohibitive in relation to GDP.
say that these considerations are a little lower ' overall rating than the average math ...
Overall Rating: 7.5 / 10
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Samples Of Vote Of Thanks For A Wedding
A box with custom ... surprise!
Here I am with yet another experiment! This time I tried to prepare acrylic paints and brushes!
The box was originally neutral: I simply decorated with acrylic paint and polish.
The peculiarity is more than anything else on the cover: it is in the kitty fabric! I applied it using a simple technique that I Having regard to the Creative World exhibition in Bologna!
stretches behind the canvas a particular tissue adhesive that makes the fabric stiff and workable as paper. At this point I cut the kitten and I ncollato on a piece of felt. I also shaped the felt and you're done!
The letters are those wooden printing works painted, polished and glitter.
The only problem is that I do not remember what it was called the stand which I bought the fabric and canvas :-(!
The box can be Use in many ways: I will use it to give chocolates!
Here I am with yet another experiment! This time I tried to prepare acrylic paints and brushes!
The box was originally neutral: I simply decorated with acrylic paint and polish.
The peculiarity is more than anything else on the cover: it is in the kitty fabric! I applied it using a simple technique that I Having regard to the Creative World exhibition in Bologna!
stretches behind the canvas a particular tissue adhesive that makes the fabric stiff and workable as paper. At this point I cut the kitten and I ncollato on a piece of felt. I also shaped the felt and you're done!
The letters are those wooden printing works painted, polished and glitter.
The only problem is that I do not remember what it was called the stand which I bought the fabric and canvas :-(!
The box can be Use in many ways: I will use it to give chocolates!
Clear Liquid During Period
Here's another card from the special form: the WINDOW card!
clearly seen on the net and immediately preserved! ^ _ ^
Warts Turned Black White Vinegar Genital
WINDOW CARD .... and my back-door wreath
ghirlada This is wonderful that I put behind the door!
The poinsettias were always carried out with a kit purchased from Romantic Country
ghirlada This is wonderful that I put behind the door!
The poinsettias were always carried out with a kit purchased from Romantic Country
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