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Angel
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“He loved her, almost as if he had invented her � bad fairy, wicked stepmother, peevish godess, whatever she was.
À primeira vista, este livro não tem nada a seu favor. Se o título “Angel� nos remete para um romance de cordel, o nome de autora ainda o faz parecer menos literário, razão pela qual a autora ficou conhecida como “a outra Elizabeth Taylor�. E depois, há a capa... A Relógio D’Água nem sempre faz as melhores opções estéticas, mas pôr metade de uma rapariga com ar de hippie esgrouviada a retratar a história de uma rapariga inglesa que almeja ser uma escritora famosa e viver num ambiente de luxo e requinte, na primeira metade do século XX, é um terrível erro de casting.
Ainda que tenha um fraquinho por personagens agrestes, Angel testou os meus limites, já que a definiria como uma protagonista estúpida, mitómana, melindrosa, insensível, vaidosa, orgulhosa, inculta, fantasiosa, romântica, sem o mínimo sentido de humor nem de autocrítica. Bastariam metade destes defeitos para me causar repulsa, mas a verdade é que, todos juntos, formam uma figura fascinante, cujo percurso desde os 15 anos segui com a maior das curiosidades. Há aqui algo de sátira, mas a personagem de Angel nunca me pareceu uma caricatura, porque a escrita elegante de Elizabeth Taylor e o seu domínio da narrativa nunca permitem que passe para lá do limite do credível. Ainda agora terminei este livro e já sinto saudades desta excêntrica inesquecível.
“She had warded off friendship and stayed lonely and made such fortifications within her own mind that the truth could not pierce it. At the slightest air of censure in the world about her, up had gone the barricades, the strenuous resistance begun which she was preserved in her own imagination, beautiful, clever, successful and beloved.
“I blame myself for what I have done � corpse-eating, as Lady Baines so rightly describes it. I am sure that we can live very well on vegetables and eggs�
“But what will Czar live on?"
“He can live on eggs as well."
“Poor eggs!� said Esmé. “What fiendish brutality!�
“He loved her, almost as if he had invented her � bad fairy, wicked stepmother, peevish godess, whatever she was.
À primeira vista, este livro não tem nada a seu favor. Se o título “Angel� nos remete para um romance de cordel, o nome de autora ainda o faz parecer menos literário, razão pela qual a autora ficou conhecida como “a outra Elizabeth Taylor�. E depois, há a capa... A Relógio D’Água nem sempre faz as melhores opções estéticas, mas pôr metade de uma rapariga com ar de hippie esgrouviada a retratar a história de uma rapariga inglesa que almeja ser uma escritora famosa e viver num ambiente de luxo e requinte, na primeira metade do século XX, é um terrível erro de casting.
Ainda que tenha um fraquinho por personagens agrestes, Angel testou os meus limites, já que a definiria como uma protagonista estúpida, mitómana, melindrosa, insensível, vaidosa, orgulhosa, inculta, fantasiosa, romântica, sem o mínimo sentido de humor nem de autocrítica. Bastariam metade destes defeitos para me causar repulsa, mas a verdade é que, todos juntos, formam uma figura fascinante, cujo percurso desde os 15 anos segui com a maior das curiosidades. Há aqui algo de sátira, mas a personagem de Angel nunca me pareceu uma caricatura, porque a escrita elegante de Elizabeth Taylor e o seu domínio da narrativa nunca permitem que passe para lá do limite do credível. Ainda agora terminei este livro e já sinto saudades desta excêntrica inesquecível.
“She had warded off friendship and stayed lonely and made such fortifications within her own mind that the truth could not pierce it. At the slightest air of censure in the world about her, up had gone the barricades, the strenuous resistance begun which she was preserved in her own imagination, beautiful, clever, successful and beloved.
“I blame myself for what I have done � corpse-eating, as Lady Baines so rightly describes it. I am sure that we can live very well on vegetables and eggs�
“But what will Czar live on?"
“He can live on eggs as well."
“Poor eggs!� said Esmé. “What fiendish brutality!�
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Reading Progress
December 19, 2019
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May 1, 2020
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Started Reading
May 1, 2020
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5.86%
""Do you read a great deal, Angelica?"
"No, I never read."
"But why not?"
"I don't think it's interesting."
(..) "Then what do you do in your spare time?"
"I play the harp mostly."
She doesn't believe that either, thought Angel. (..) She was as resentful at not being believed about the harp - which was indeed untrue - as about the essay which she had certainly written herself, and with the greatest of ease and speed."
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15
"No, I never read."
"But why not?"
"I don't think it's interesting."
(..) "Then what do you do in your spare time?"
"I play the harp mostly."
She doesn't believe that either, thought Angel. (..) She was as resentful at not being believed about the harp - which was indeed untrue - as about the essay which she had certainly written herself, and with the greatest of ease and speed."
May 1, 2020
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7.81%
""She was learning to triumph over reality, and the truth was beginning to leave her in peace.""
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20
May 7, 2020
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13.67%
""As a famous novelist, she could buy herself both garnets and emeralds, a chinchilla wrap, a sable muff, her own carriage. All that separated her from such riches was the time it would take to transfer what was in her head to the pages of the exercise book - time which her mother was now foolishingly wasting. Suddenly, she saw that she would have to be bold and ruthless if she were to succeed.""
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May 8, 2020
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19.92%
""At 16, experience was an unnecessary and usually baffling obstacle to her imagination. (...) A great deal of what she encountered irritated her, running contrary to her sensibilities. She had removed herself, romantically, from the evidence of her senses: the reality of what she could learn by touching, tasting, was banished as a trivial annoyance, scored out as irrelevant.""
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May 11, 2020
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29.3%
""I quite liked Shakespeare," she admitted. "Except when he is trying to be funny. (...) I liked The Three Musketeers (...) and a book about a German baron who kept his wife shut up in a tower. (...)"
"How did it turn out?"
"The book was taken from me before I reched the end. I had to make up the rest for myself."
He realised the hunger she had suffered; the deprivations of her wilful, ranging imagination.""
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75
"How did it turn out?"
"The book was taken from me before I reched the end. I had to make up the rest for myself."
He realised the hunger she had suffered; the deprivations of her wilful, ranging imagination.""
May 14, 2020
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44.92%
""Her sterness, the rigourness of her working days, her pursuit of fame, had made her inflexible: she was eccentric, implacable, self-absorbed.""
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May 20, 2020
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59.77%
""I read one of your books," he said, sounding as if it were rather a surprising thing to do.
She blinked, jolted by what he had said. She always supposed that everyone read all of ther books and had them nearly by heart, that they thought of them endlessly and waited impatiatiently for the next to appear.""
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153
She blinked, jolted by what he had said. She always supposed that everyone read all of ther books and had them nearly by heart, that they thought of them endlessly and waited impatiatiently for the next to appear.""
May 23, 2020
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78.13%
"Her grief for Esmé was not concerned with his safety. She missed him and thought him guilty of deserting her; but she did not try to imagine the horror of trench-warfare that day after day he had to endure. (...) And although they wrote to one another it seemed to her that he had suspended existence, a ghost who once had been alive and who yet might return to living."
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May 25, 2020
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May 26, 2020 12:24AM
a ver se lhe pego em breve!
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á, é para o teu desafio, só que me esqueci da hashtag.Quero ver se gostas desta antipática! :-)
