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devalchineselitblog · 2 years

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10 novel about china

1.Wings of a Flying Tiger by Iris Yang

“World War Two. Japanese occupied China. One cousin’s courage, another’s determination to help a wounded American pilot. In the summer of 1942, Danny Hardy bails out of his fighter plane into a remote region of western China. With multiple injuries, malaria, and Japanese troops searching for him, the American pilot’s odds of survival are slim. Jasmine Bai, an art student who had been saved by Americans during the notorious Nanking Massacre, seems an unlikely heroine to rescue the wounded Flying Tiger. Daisy Bai, Jasmine’s younger cousin, also falls in love with the courageous American. With the help of Daisy’s brother, an entire village opens its arms to heal a Flying Tiger with injured wings, but as a result of their charity the serenity of their community is forever shattered. Love, sacrifice, kindness, and bravery all play a part in this heroic tale that takes place during one of the darkest hours of Chinese history.”

2.The Fat Years (Chan Koonchung)

The Fat Years is a science fiction book that tells of a dystopian future of China and its political landscape by Chinese author Chan Koonchung (陈冠中, 1952), and for many people, it’s one of the more important China fiction books that have come out the past decade. “After the world’s second financial crisis in 2013, the government clings to power only after it sends troops into the streets for a month of bloody killing. Finally, the government laces the water with a chemical that makes people feel happy and eager to spend money” (Johnson 2011). The book has never come out in mainland China. China columnist Didi Kirsten Tatlow said about The Fat Years: “Rarely does a novel tell the truth about a society in a way that has the power to shift our perceptions about that place in a certain way, but ‘The Fat Years’ does exactly that.”

3.Soul Mountain (Gao Xingjian)

In 1983 Chinese playwright, critic, fiction writer, and painter Gao Xingjian was diagnosed with lung cancer and faced imminent death. But six weeks later, a second examination revealed the cancer was gone, and he was thrown back into the world of the living. Faced with a repressive cultural environment and the threat of a spell in a prison farm, Gao fled Beijing and began a journey of 15,000 kilometers over a period of five months. The result of this epic voyage of discovery is Soul Mountain.

A bold, lyrical, prodigious novel, Soul Mountain probes the human soul with an uncommon directness and candor. Interwoven with a myriad of stories and countless memorable characters—from venerable Daoist masters and Buddhist nuns to mythical Wild Men, deadly Qichun snakes, and farting buses—is the narrator's poignant inner journey and search for freedom.

4.Red Sorghum: A Novel of China (Mo Yan)

Red Sorghum by Mo Yan (莫言, real name Guan Moye, 1955) is a novel that has become very famous both in- and outside of China, one of the reasons being that the renowned director Zhang Yimou turned the novel into a movie in 1988. The novel tells the story of a family’s struggles spanning three generations in Shandong from the 1920s to the 1970s, through the Japanese occupation and the Cultural Revolution. The sorghum fields are constantly present throughout the book – it is the heart of the home, the provider of food and wine, and the battleground of war. When Mo Yan became the winner of the 2012 Nobel prize in literature, some controversy erupted: Mo Yan is one of China’s most famous writers, but he is not a “social activist” or dissident, as many other internationally acclaimed Chinese artists and writers are. “Do cultural figures in China have a responsibility to be dissidents?” the Atlantic wrote in 2013. Perhaps the criticism was somewhat unfounded; after all, Mo Yan never asked to win the Nobel Prize. He said: “I hate partisan politics and how people gang up on opponents based on ideology. I like to come and go on my own, which allows me to look on from the sidelines with a clear mind and gain insight about the world and the human condition. I don’t have the capability or interest of becoming a politician. I just want to write, quietly, and do some charity work in secret. “ Mo Yan is also active on Weibo, where he sporadically shares his calligraphy.

5.WILD SWANS: THREE DAUGHTERS OF CHINA BY JUNG CHANG

The story of three generations in twentieth-century China that blends the intimacy of memoir and the panoramic sweep of eyewitness history—a bestselling classic in thirty languages with more than ten million copies sold around the world, now with a new introduction from the author.

An engrossing record of Mao’s impact on China, an unusual window on the female experience in the modern world, and an inspiring tale of courage and love, Jung Chang describes the extraordinary lives and experiences of her family members: her grandmother, a warlord’s concubine; her mother’s struggles as a young idealistic Communist; and her parents’ experience as members of the Communist elite and their ordeal during the Cultural Revolution.

Chang was a Red Guard briefly at the age of fourteen, then worked as a peasant, a “barefoot doctor,” a steelworker, and an electrician. As the story of each generation unfolds, Chang captures in gripping, moving—and ultimately uplifting—detail the cycles of violent drama visited on her own family and millions of others caught in the whirlwind of history.

6.Please Don’t Call me Human (Wang Shuo)

Wang Shuo (王朔, 1958) is one of China’s most popular and controversial authors, and is known as “the idol of rebellion for the youth” and a ‘celebrity writer’: most of his works have been turned into movies or TV series (Yao 2004, 432). Because of his cynism and bashing of literature elite, he became known as a “hooligan” writer who is quoted as saying things as: “The key is to make sure you f*ck literature and don’t let literature f*ck you.” Please Don’t Call Me Human is a satirical and surreal novel on “the worthlessness of the individual in the eyes of the totalitarian state” (Abrahamsen 2011) as the author writes about an Olympic-like Wrestling Competition where China is determined to win at any cost and where the so-called National Mobilization Committee strives to find a man to reclaim China’s honour and defeat the big western wrestler.

7.Imperial Woman by Pearl S. Buck

Imperial Woman is the fictionalized biography of the last Empress in China, Ci-xi, who began as a concubine of the Xianfeng Emperor and on his death became the de facto head of the Qing Dynasty until her death in 1908.Buck recreates the life of one of the most intriguing rulers during a time of intense turbulence.Tzu Hsi was born into one of the lowly ranks of the Imperial dynasty. According to custom, she moved to the Forbidden City at the age of seventeen to become one of hundreds of concubines. But her singular beauty and powers of manipulation quickly moved her into the position of Second Consort.Tzu Hsi was feared and hated by many in the court, but adored by the people. The Empress's rise to power (even during her husband's life) parallels the story of China's transition from the ancient to the modern way.

8.Monkey: The Journey to the West by Wu Cheng'en

Probably the most popular book in the history of the Far East, this classic sixteenth century novel is a combination of picaresque novel and folk epic that mixes satire, allegory, and history into a rollicking adventure. It is the story of the roguish Monkey and his encounters with major and minor spirits, gods, demigods, demons, ogres, monsters, and fairies. This translation, by the distinguished scholar Arthur Waley, is the first accurate English version; it makes available to the Western reader a faithful reproduction of the spirit and meaning of the original.

The Chinese Bell Murders

(Judge Dee (Chronological order) #8)

by Robert van Gulik

Meet Judge Dee, the detective lauded as the "Sherlock Holmes of ancient China" — Fans of Alexander McCall Smith's No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series will thrill to this reissue of the first volume in Robert van Gulik's classic Chinese Murders series. The Chinese Bell Murders introduces the great Judge Dee, a magistrate of the city of Poo-yang in ancient China.

In the spirit of ancient Chinese detective novels, Judge Dee is challenged by three cases. First, he must solve the mysterious murder of Pure Jade, a young girl living on Half Moon Street. All the evidence points to the guilt of her lover, but Judge Dee has his doubts. Dee also solves the mystery of a deserted temple and that of a group of monks' terrific success with a cure for barren women.

10.Fa Mulan: The Story of a Woman Warrior

by Robert D.

A retelling of the original Chinese poem in which a brave young girl masquerades as a boy and fights the Tartars in the Khan's army

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caos-mentales · 4 years

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Recomendaciones de libros

Uff. No sé. Diré algunos de los que he leído (son de todo tipo):

El Rey de Hierro, Serie Los Reyes Malditos, Maurice Druon

La Reina Estrangulada, Serie Los Reyes Malditos, Maurice Druon

Los Venenos de la Corona, Serie Los Reyes Malditos, Maurice Druon

Primavera con una esquina rota, Mario Benedetti

Días sin ti, Elvira Sastre

Susurros, Delirios, Engaños, Howard A. G

El infierno de Gabriel, El Éxtasis de Gabriel, La Redención de Gabriel, Sylvain Reynard

Saga Crepúsculo, Stephanie Meyer

Trilogía Los juegos del Hambre, Suzane Collins

Serie La Reina Roja, (4 libros y algunos extras), Victoria Aveyard.

El nombre del viento, El temor de un hombre sabio, Patrick Rothfuss.

Canción de hielo y fuego (Juego de Tronos, 5 libros hasta ahora), George RR Martin

Saga Dollanganger, 5 libros, V. C. Andrews

Tres metros sobre el cielo, Tengo ganas de ti y Tres veces tú, Federico Moccia

Ana de las Tejas Verdes, Lucy M. Montgomery

Las ventajas de ser invisible, Stephen Chbosky

Donde termina el arco iris, Cecilia Ahern

Lo que él viento se llevó, Margaret Mitchell

La chica del tren, Paula Hawkins

Ready Player One, Ernest Cline

Cincuenta Sombras de Grey (5 libros), E. L. James

El gran Gatsby, F. Scott Fizgerald

Llámame por tu nombre, André Aciman

Yo antes de ti, Después de ti, Jojo Moyes

Cumbres borrascosas, Emily Brontë

Violet y Finch, Jennifer Niven

Cien años de soledad, Gabriel García Márquez

Romeo y Julieta, William Shakespeare

Trilogía Maze Runner, James Dashner

Ciudades de papel, Jonh Green

Bajo la misma estrella, Jonh Green

Por trece razones, Jay Asher

El mago de Terramar, Úrsula K. Le Guin

Son los que tengo ahora en la mente.

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maeliteratura · 2 years

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#LeiturasDaSemana #50⁣ ⁣ Estas são as leituras que me acompanharam na última semana ❤📚⁣ ⁣ Livros finalizados:⁣⁣ 📚 O Navio das noivas, de JoJo Moyes, @intrinseca, para o nosso Clube MãeLiteratura.⁣ 📚 O Homem que morreu duas vezes, Richard Osman, @intrinseca, para a nossa Leitura Coletiva MaeLiteratura #lcmaeliteratura⁣ 📚De mim já nem se lembra, @LuizRuffato, @companhiadasletras⁣ 📚 Evidências de uma traição, Taylor Jenkins Reid, @editoraparalela⁣ 📚 SMS Para Você, Sofie Cramer, @editorajangada⁣ 📚 De Repente Adolescente, Iris Figueiredo e autores, @editoraseguinteoficial⁣ ⁣ Leitura em andamento:⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ 📚 O mistério de Agatha Christie, Marie Benedict, @planetadelivrosbrasil⁣ ⁣ 📖 E aí, o que achou das minhas leituras? Me conta!⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ #maeliteratura⁣⁣⁣⁣ #amoler⁣⁣⁣⁣ #dicadeleitura ⁣⁣⁣⁣ #dicadelivro⁣⁣⁣⁣ #leiturasdasemana ⁣⁣⁣⁣ #biblioterapia⁣⁣⁣⁣ #booklovers⁣⁣⁣⁣ #bookstagram (em São Paulo, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CXr2bDPLBKr/?utm_medium=tumblr

#leiturasdasemana #50 #lcmaeliteratura #maeliteratura #amoler #dicadeleitura #dicadelivro #biblioterapia #booklovers #bookstagram

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illbefinealonereads · 4 years

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On today’s blog tour I offer you info and an excerpt from Rules of the Road by Ciara Geraghty.

Rules of the Road : A Novel Ciara Geraghty On Sale Date: August 4, 2020 9780778309710, 0778309711 Trade Paperback $17.99 USD, $22.99 CAD Fiction / Friendship 384 pages

In this emotional, life-affirming novel, two women embark on an extraordinary road trip and discover the transformative power of female friendship--perfect for fans of JoJo Moyes and Gail Honeyman.

The simple fact of the matter is that Iris loves life. Maybe she's forgotten that. Sometimes that happens, doesn't it? To the best of us? All I have to do is remind her of that one simple fact.

When Iris Armstrong goes missing, her best friend Terry—wife, mother and all-around worrier—is convinced something bad has happened. And when she finds her glamorous, feisty friend, she's right: Iris is setting out on a bucket-list journey that she plans to make her last. She tells Terry there’s no changing her mind, but Terry is determined to show her that life is still worth living.

The only way for Terry to stop Iris is to join her—on a road trip that will take them on a life-changing adventure. Along the way, somehow what should be the worst six days of Terry’s life turn into the best. Told in an irresistible voice and bursting with heart, Rules of the Road is a powerful testament to the importance of human connection and a moving celebration of life in all its unexpected twists and turns.

BUY LINKS Barnes & Noble Bookshop.org Harlequin Amazon Books-A-Million Indie Bound

Ciara Geraghty was born and raised in Dublin. She started writing in her thirties and hasn’t looked back. She has three children and one husband and they have recently adopted a dog who, alongside their youngest daughter, is in charge of pretty much everything.

SOCIAL LINKS Author Website: http://www.ciarageraghty.com/ Twitter: @ciarageraghty Facebook: @CiaraGeraghtyBooks Instagram: @ciara.geraghty.books

Excerpt:

Iris Armstrong is missing.

That is to say, she is not where she is supposed to be. I am trying not to worry. After all, Iris is a grown woman and can take care of herself better than most.

It’s true to say that I am a worrier. Ask my girls. Ask my husband. They’ll tell you that I’d worry if I had nothing to worry about. Which is, of course, an exaggeration, although I suppose it’s true to say that, if I had nothing to worry about, I might feel that I had overlooked something.

Iris is the type of woman who tells you what she intends to do and then goes ahead and does it. Today is her birthday. Her fifty-eighth.

“People see birthdays as an opportunity to tell women they look great for their age,” Iris says when I suggested that we celebrate it.

It’s true that Iris looks great for her age. I don’t say that.

Instead, I say, “We should celebrate nonetheless.”

“I’ll celebrate by doing the swan. Or the downwardfacing dog. Something animalistic,” said Iris after she told me about the yoga retreat she had booked herself into.

“But you hate yoga,” I said.

“I thought you’d be delighted. You’re always telling me how good yoga is for people with MS.”

My plan today was to visit Dad, then ring the yoga retreat in Wicklow to let them know I’m driving down with a birthday cake for Iris. So they’ll know it’s her birthday. Iris won’t want a fuss of course, but everyone should have cake on their birthday.

But when I arrive at Sunnyside Nursing Home, my father is sitting in the reception area with one of the managers. On the floor beside his chair is his old suitcase, perhaps a little shabby around the edges now but functional all the same. A week, the manager says. That’s how long it will take for the exterminators to do what they need to do, apparently. Vermin, he calls them, by which I presume he means rats, because if it was just mice, he’d say mice, wouldn’t he?

My father lives in a rat-infested old folks’ home where he colors in between the lines and loses at bingo and sings songs and waits for my mother to come back from the shops soon.

“I can transfer your father to one of our other facilities, if you’d prefer,” the manager offers.

“No, I’ll take him,” I say. It’s the least I can do. I thought I could look after him myself, at home, like my mother did for years. I thought I could cope. Six months I lasted. Before I had to put him into Sunnyside.

I put Dad’s suitcase into the boot beside the birthday cake. I’ve used blue icing for the sea, gray for the rocks where I’ve perched an icing stick figure which is supposed to be Iris, who swims at High Rock every day of the year. Even in November. Even in February. She swims like it’s July. Every day. I think she’ll get a kick out of the cake. It took me ages to finish it. Much longer than the recipe book suggested. Brendan says it’s because I’m too careful. The cake does not look like it’s been made by someone who is too careful. There is a precarious slant to it, as if it’s been subjected to adverse weather conditions.

I belt Dad into the passenger seat. “Where is your mother?” he asks.

“She’ll be back from the shops soon,” I say. I’ve stopped telling him that she’s dead. He gets too upset, every time. The grief on his face is so fresh, so vivid, it feels like my grief, all over again, and I have to look away, close my eyes, dig my nails into the fleshy part of my hands.

I get into the car, turn over the engine.

“Signal your intent,” Dad says, in that automatic way he does when he recites the rules of the road. He remembers all of them. There must be some cordoned-off areas in your brain where dementia cannot reach.

I indicate as instructed, then ring the yoga retreat before driving off.

But Iris is not there. She never arrived.

In fact, according to the receptionist who speaks in the calm tones of someone who practices yoga every day, there is no record of a booking for an Iris Armstrong.

Iris told me not to ring her mobile this week. It would be turned off.

I ring her mobile. It’s turned off.

I drive to Iris’s cottage in Feltrim. The curtains are drawn across every window. It looks just the way it should: like the house of a woman who has gone away. I pull into the driveway that used to accommodate her ancient Jaguar. Her sight came back almost immediately after the accident, and the only damage was to the lamppost that Iris crashed into, but her consultant couldn’t guarantee that it wouldn’t happen again. Iris says she doesn’t miss the car, but she asked me if I would hand over the keys to the man who bought it off her. She said she had a meeting she couldn’t get out of.

“It’s just a car,” she said, “and the local taxi driver looks like Daniel Craig. And he doesn’t talk during sex, and knows every rat run in the city.”

“I’ll just be a minute, Dad,” I tell him, opening my car door.

“Take your time, love,” he says. He never used to call me love.

The grass in the front garden has benefited from a recent mow. I stand at the front door, ring the bell. Nobody answers. I cast about the garden. It’s May. The cherry blossom tree, whose branches last week were swollen with buds, is now a riot of pale pink flowers. The delicacy of their beauty is disarming, but also sad, how soon the petals will be discarded, strewn across the grass in a week or so, like wet and muddy confetti in a church courtyard long after the bride and groom have left.

I rap on the door even though I’m almost positive Iris isn’t inside.

Where is she?

I ring the Alzheimer’s Society, ask to be put through to Iris’s office, but the receptionist tells me what I already know. That Iris is away on a week’s holiday.

“Is that you, Terry?” she asks and there is confusion in her voice; she is wondering why I don’t already know this.

“Eh, yes, Rita, sorry, don’t mind me, I forgot.”

Suddenly I am flooded with the notion that Iris is inside the house. She has fallen. That must be it. She has fallen and is unconscious at the foot of the stairs. She might have been there for ages. Days maybe. This worry is a galvanizing one. Not all worries fall into this category. Some render me speechless. Or stationary. The wooden door at the entrance to the side passage is locked, so I haul the wheelie bin over, grip the sides of it, and hoist myself onto the lid. People think height is an advantage, but I have never found mine—five feet ten inches, or 1.778 meters, I should say— to be so. Imperial or metric, the fact is I am too tall to be kneeling on the lid of a wheelie bin. I am a myriad of arms and elbows and knees. It’s difficult to know where to put everything.

I grip the top of the door, sort of haul myself over the top, graze my knee against the wall, and hesitate, but only for a moment, before lowering myself down as far as I can before letting go, landing in a heap in the side passage. I should be fitter than this. The girls are always on at me to take up this or that. Swimming or running or Pilates. Get you out of the house. Get you doing something.

The shed in Iris’s back garden has been treated to a clearout; inside, garden tools hang on hooks along one wall, the hose coiled neatly in a corner and the half-empty paint tins—sealed shut with rust years ago—are gone. It’s true that I advised her to dispose of them—carefully—given the fire hazard they presented. Still, I can’t believe that she actually went ahead and did it.

Even the small window on the gable wall of the shed is no longer a mesh of web. Through it, I see a square of pale blue sky.

The spare key is in an upside-down plant pot in the shed, in spite of my concerns about the danger of lax security about the homestead.

I return to the driveway and check on Dad. He is still there, still in the front passenger seat, singing along to the Frank Sinatra CD I put on for him. Strangers in the Night.

I unlock the front door. The house feels empty. There is a stillness.

“Iris?” My voice is loud in the quiet, my breath catching the dust motes, so that they lift and swirl in the dead air.

I walk through the hallway, towards the kitchen. The walls are cluttered with black-and-white photographs in wooden frames. A face in each, mostly elderly. All of them have passed through the Alzheimer’s Society and when they do, Iris asks if she can take their photograph.

My father’s photograph hangs at the end of the hallway. There is a light in his eyes that might be the sunlight glancing through the front door. A trace of his handsomeness still there across the fine bones of his face framed by the neat helmet of his white hair, thicker then.

He looks happy. No, it’s more than that. He looks present. “Iris?”

The kitchen door moans when I open it. A squirt of WD-40 on the hinges would remedy that.

A chemical, lemon smell. If I didn’t know any better, I would suspect a cleaning product. The surfaces are clear. Bare. So too is the kitchen table, which is where Iris spreads her books, her piles of paperwork, sometimes the contents of her handbag when she is hunting for something. The table is solid oak. I have eaten here many times, and have rarely seen its surface. It would benefit from a sand and varnish.

In the sitting room, the curtains are drawn and the cushions on the couch look as though they’ve been plumped, a look which would be unremarkable in my house, but is immediately noticeable in Iris’s. Iris loves that couch. She sometimes sleeps on it. I know that because I called in once, early in the morning. She wasn’t expecting me. Iris is the only person in the world I would call into without ringing first. She put on the kettle when I arrived. Made a pot of strong coffee. It was the end of Dad’s first week in the home.

She said she’d fallen asleep on the couch, when she saw me looking at the blankets and pillows strewn across it. She said she’d fallen asleep watching The Exorcist.

But I don’t think that’s why she slept on the couch. I think it’s to do with the stairs. Sometimes I see her, at the Alzheimer’s offices, negotiating the stairs with her crutches. The sticks, she calls them. She hates waiting for the lift. And she makes it look easy, climbing the stairs. But it can’t be easy, can it?

Besides, who falls asleep watching The Exorcist?

“Iris?” I hear an edge of panic in my voice. It’s not that anything is wrong exactly. Or out of place.

Except that’s it. There’s nothing out of place. Everything has been put away.

I walk up the stairs. More photographs on the landing, the bedroom doors all closed. I knock on the door of Iris’s bedroom. “Iris?” There is no answer. I open the door. The room is dark. I make out the silhouette of Iris’s bed and, as my eyes adapt to the compromised light, I see that the bed has been stripped, the pillows arranged in two neat stacks by the headboard. There are no books on the nightstand. Maybe she took them with her. To the yoga retreat.

But she is not at the yoga retreat.

Panic is like a taste at the back of my throat. The wardrobe door, which usually hangs open in protest at the melee of clothing inside, is shut. The floorboards creak beneath my weight. I stretch my hand out, reach for the handle, and then sort of yank it open as if I am not frightened of what might be inside.

There is nothing inside. In the draft, empty hangers sway against each other, making a melancholy sound. I close the door and open the drawers of the tallboy on the other side of the room.

Empty. All of them.

In the bathroom there is no toothbrush lying on its side on the edge of the sink, spooling a puddle of toothpaste. There are no damp towels draped across the rim of the bath. The potted plants—which flourish here in the steam—are gone.

I hear a car horn blaring, and rush into the spare room, which Iris uses as her home office. Jerk open the blinds, peer at the driveway below. My car is still there. And so is Dad. I see his mouth moving as he sings along. I rap at the window, but he doesn’t look up. When I turn around, I notice a row of black bin bags, neatly tied at the top with twine, leaning against the far wall. They are tagged, with the name of Iris’s local charity shop.

Now panic travels from my mouth down my throat into my chest, expands there until it’s difficult to breathe. I try to visualize my breath, as Dr. Martin suggests. Try to see the shape it takes in a brown paper bag when I breathe into one.

I pull Iris’s chair out from under her desk, lower myself onto it. Even the paper clips have been tidied into an old earring box. I pick up two paper clips and attach them together. Good to have something to do with my hands. I reach for a third when I hear a high plink that nearly lifts me out of the chair. I think it came from Iris’s laptop, closed on the desk. An incoming mail or a Tweet or something. I should turn it off. It’s a fire hazard. A plugged-in computer. I lift the lid of the laptop. On the screen, what looks like a booking form. An Irish Ferries booking form. On top of the keyboard are two white envelopes, warm to the touch. Iris’s large, flamboyant handwriting is unmistakable on both.

One reads Vera Armstrong. Her mother’s name. The second envelope is addressed to me.

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xkoqueen · 4 years

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Excerpt: Rules of the Road by Ciara Geraghty

#NewRelease Rules of the Road by Ciara Geraghty Read an Excerpt! Publisher: @HarlequinBooks @ciarageraghty #ContemporaryFiction #WomensLiterature

About the Book:

In this emotional, life-affirming novel, two women embark on an extraordinary road trip and discover the transformative power of female friendship–perfect for fans of JoJo Moyes and Gail Honeyman.

The simple fact of the matter is that Iris loves life. Maybe she’s forgotten that. Sometimes that happens, doesn’t it? To the best of us? All I have to do is remind her of that one…

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thebookwormsnest · 6 years

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Libri in tv

La tua settimana letteraria a portata di telecomando.

Lunedì 17 settembre 2018

Diario di una schiappa (ore 20:25 – Boing)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2010 | REGIA: Thor Freudenthal

Tratto dal romanzo illustrato omonimo di Jeff Kinney.

Dal tramonto all'alba (ore 21:10 - Paramount Channel)

GENERE: Horror | ANNO: 1996 | REGIA: Robert Rodriguez

Tratto da un racconto di Robert Kuzman.

Insider - Dietro la verità (ore 23:28 – Iris)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1999 | REGIA: Michael Mann

Ispirato all'articolo "The Man who Knew Too Much" di Marie Brenner, pubblicato su Vanity Fair.

Martedì 18 settembre 2018

Venere in visone (ore 7:50 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1960 | REGIA: Daniel Mann

Tratto dal romanzo 'Butterfield 8' di John O' Hara.

La bisbetica domata (ore 9:55 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1967 | REGIA: Franco Zeffirelli

Tratto dall'omonima commedia di William Shakespeare.

Sandokan alla riscossa (ore 11:20 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Avventura | ANNO: 1964 | REGIA: Luigi Capuano

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Emilio Salgari.

Tre colonne in cronaca (ore 12:53 – Iris)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1989 | REGIA: Carlo Vanzina

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Corrado Augias.

Torna El Grinta (ore 16:34 - Rete 4)

GENERE: Western | ANNO: 1975 | REGIA: Stuart Millar

Tratto dal romanzo "Il Grinta" di Charles Portis.

I giorni dell'ira (ore 21:00 – Iris)

GENERE: Western | ANNO: 1967 | REGIA: Tonino Valerii

Tratto dal romanzo "Der Tod ritt Dienstags" di Ron Barker.

La ciociara (ore 21:05 - Tv 2000)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1960 | REGIA: Vittorio De Sica

Tratto dal romanzo omonimo di Alberto Moravia.

I Love Shopping (ore 21:10 - Paramount Channel)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2008 | REGIA: P.J. Hogan

Tratto dal romanzo "I love shopping", con elementi di “I love shopping a New York”, rispettivamente primo e secondo romanzo della serie “I love shopping” di Sophie Kinsella.

Beyond (ore 21:15 - Rai 5)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 2011 | REGIA: Pernilla August

Tratto dall'omonimo romanzo dell'autrice svedese-finlandese Susanna Alakoski.

Jumanji (ore 21:25 – Nove)

GENERE: Fantasy | ANNO: 1995 | REGIA: Joe Johnston

Liberamente ispirato al romanzo "Jumanji" di Chris Van Allsburg.

Qualcuno come te (ore 23:00 - Paramount Channel)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2001 | REGIA: Tony Goldwyn

Tratto dal romanzo "Animal Husbandry", opera prima di Laura Zigman.

L'ultimo dei mohicani (ore 23:30 – Spike)

GENERE: Avventura | ANNO: 1992 | REGIA: Michael Mann

Liberamente tratto dal romanzo omonimo di James Fenimore.

Mercoledì 19 settembre 2018

Cartagine in fiamme (ore 8:45 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Avventura | ANNO: 1959 | REGIA: Carmine Gallone

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Emilio Salgari.

California (ore 15:35 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Western | ANNO: 1977 | REGIA: Michele Lupo

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Roberto Leoni e Franco Bucceri.

Harry Potter e la Pietra Filosofale (ore 21:20 - Italia 1)

GENERE: Fantasy | ANNO: 2001 | REGIA: Chris Columbus

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di J. K. Rowling.

I miserabili (ore 23:25 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1998 | REGIA: Bille August

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Victor Hugo.

Giovedì 20 settembre 2018

Il cappotto di Astrakan (ore 6:25 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1979 | REGIA: Marco Vicario

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo Pietro Chiara.

La bisbetica domata (ore 7:35 - Cine Sony))

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1967 | REGIA: Franco Zeffirelli

Tratto dall'omonima commedia di William Shakespeare.

Sole rosso (ore 12:00 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Western | ANNO: 1971 | REGIA: Terence Young

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Laird Koenig.

Uragano (ore 16:37 - Rete 4)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1979 | REGIA: Jan Troell

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di James Norman Hall e Charles Nordhoff.

Ispettore Callaghan: il caso Scorpio è tuo! (ore 21:00 - Iris)

GENERE: Poliziesco | ANNO: 1971 | REGIA: Don Siegel

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Harry Julian Fink e Rita M. Fink.

Twilight (ore 21:10 - La5)

GENERE: Fantasy | ANNO: 2008 | REGIA: Catherine Hardwicke

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Stephenie Meyer.

Io, Robot (ore 21:15 - Focus)

GENERE: Fantascienza | ANNO: 2004 | REGIA: Alex Proyas

Ispirato ai racconti di Isaac Asimov.

Il bambino con il pigiama a righe (ore 21:25 - Nove)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 2008 | REGIA: Mark Herman

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di John Boyne.

Sex and the City (ore 23:00 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2008 | REGIA: Michael Patrick King

Liberamente ispirato al romanzo omonimo di Candace Bushnell.

L'Attenzione (ore 23:30 - Cielo)

GENERE: Erotico | ANNO: 1985 | REGIA: Giovanni Soldati

Liberamente ispirato al romanzo omonimo di Alberto Moravia.

Creation (ore 0:50 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Biografico | ANNO: 2009 | REGIA: Jon Amiel

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Randal Keynes.

Venerdì 21 settembre 2018

Perdutamente tua (ore 8:15 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1942 | REGIA: Irving Rapper

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Olive Higgins Prouty.

Quel maledetto ponte sull’Elba (ore 10:20 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Guerra | ANNO: 1968 | REGIA: León Klimovsky

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Lou Carrigan.

Dagli Appennini alle Ande (ore 11:13 - Iris)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1959 | REGIA: Folco Quilici

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Edmondo De Amicis, in Cuore.

Gli uomini dal passo pesante (ore 15:45 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Western | ANNO: 1965 | REGIA: Mario Sequi, Alfredo Antonini

Tratto dal racconto "Guns of North Texas" di Will Cook.

Delitto sotto il sole (ore 16:19 - Rete 4)

GENERE: Giallo | ANNO: 1982 | REGIA: Guy Hamilton

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Agatha Christie.

Il dottor Dolittle (ore 21:10 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1997 | REGIA: Betty Thomas

Tratto dal racconto "Doctor dolittle stories" di Hugh Lofting.

Ancora vivo (ore 21:25 - Nove)

GENERE: Azione | ANNO: 1996 | REGIA: Walter Hill

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Ryuzo Kikushima e Akira Kurosawa.

Camere da letto (ore 0:40 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1997 | REGIA: Simona Izzo

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Graziano Diana e Simona Izzo.

Sabato 22 settembre 2018

Il sorpasso (ore 7:00 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1962 | REGIA: Dino Risi

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Rodolfo Sonego.

Tempo d'estate (ore 9:55 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Sentimentale | ANNO: 1955 | REGIA: David Lean

Tratto dal romanzo "The time of the cuckoo" di Arthur Laurents.

Quell'ultimo ponte (ore 11:35 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Guerra | ANNO: 1977 | REGIA: Richard Attenborough

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Cornelius Ryan.

Sognando l'Africa (ore 13:20 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 2000 | REGIA: Hugh Hudson

Tratto dal romanzo "Sognavo l'Africa" di Kuki Gallmann.

Twilight (ore 13:50 - La5)

GENERE: Fantasy | ANNO: 2008 | REGIA: Catherine Hardwicke

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Stephenie Meyer.

Io, Robot (ore 15:10 - Focus)

GENERE: Fantascienza | ANNO: 2004 | REGIA: Alex Proyas

Ispirato ai racconti di Isaac Asimov.

Il club di Jane Austen (ore 15:30 - Cine Sony)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 2007 | REGIA: Robin Swicord

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Karen Joy Fowler.

Il dottor Dolittle (ore 15:45 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1997 | REGIA: Betty Thomas

Tratto dal racconto "Doctor dolittle stories" di Hugh Lofting.

Jumanji (ore 17:00 - Nove)

GENERE: Fantasy | ANNO: 1995 | REGIA: Joe Johnston

Liberamente ispirato al romanzo "Jumanji" di Chris Van Allsburg.

K-PAX - Da un altro mondo (ore 17:15 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2001 | REGIA: Iain Softley

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Gene Brewer.

I Love Shopping (ore 19:10 - Paramount Channel)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2008 | REGIA: P.J. Hogan

Tratto dal romanzo "I love shopping", con elementi di “I love shopping a New York”, rispettivamente primo e secondo romanzo della serie “I love shopping” di Sophie Kinsella.

La sindrome di Stendhal (ore 21:10 - Italia 2)

GENERE: Horror | ANNO: 1996 | REGIA: Dario Argento

Ispirato dal libro omonimo di Graziella Magherini.

Detective coi tacchi a spillo (ore 21:30 - LA7D)

GENERE: Poliziesco | ANNO: 1991 | REGIA: Jeff Kanew

Basato sui romanzi di Sara Paretsky su V. I. Warshawski.

In the Electric Mist - L'occhio del ciclone (ore 22:55 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Thriller | ANNO: 2009 | REGIA: Bertrand Tavernier

Tratto dal romanzo "In the Electric Mist with Confederate Dead" di James Lee Burke.

Tre scapoli e un bebè (ore 23:15 - LA7D)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1987 | REGIA: Leonard Nimoy

Tratto dal racconto "Tre uomini e una culla" di Coline Serreau.

Jackie Brown (ore 23:30 - Nove)

GENERE: Noir | ANNO: 1997 | REGIA: Quentin Tarantino

Tratto dal romanzo "Rum Punch" di Elmore Leonard.

The Divergent Series: Insurgent (ore 0:35 - 20)

GENERE: Fantascienza | ANNO: 2015 | REGIA: Robert Schwentke

Tratto dal romanzo omonimo di Veronica Roth, secondo della trilogia (anche filmica) “Divergent”.

Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky (ore 0:55 - Rai Movie)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 2009 | REGIA: Jan Kounen

Tratto dal romanzo omonimo di Chris Greenhalgh.

Domenica 23 settembre 2018

Don Camillo (ore 11:20 - Tv 2000)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 1952 | REGIA: Julien Duvivier

Tratto dai racconti del volume "Mondo piccolo" (1948) di Giovanni Guareschi.

Io ti salverò (ore 14:40 - La7)

GENERE: Giallo | ANNO: 1945 | REGIA: Alfred Hitchcock

Tratto dal romanzo "The house of Dr. Edwardes", scritto da John Palmer e Hilary A. Saunders, sotto lo pseudonimo di "Francis Beeding”.

Il dottor Dolittle 2 (ore 15:10 – Paramount Channel)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2001 | REGIA: Steve Carr

Tratto dal racconto "Doctor Dolittle stories" di Hugh Lofting.

Jumanji (ore 16:30 - Nove)

GENERE: Fantasy | ANNO: 1995 | REGIA: Joe Johnston

Liberamente ispirato al romanzo "Jumanji" di Chris Van Allsburg.

I Love Shopping (ore 17:10 - Paramount Channel)

GENERE: Commedia | ANNO: 2008 | REGIA: P.J. Hogan

Tratto dal romanzo "I love shopping", con elementi di “I love shopping a New York”, rispettivamente primo e secondo romanzo della serie “I love shopping” di Sophie Kinsella.

Io prima di te (ore 19:10 - Paramount Channel)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 2016 | REGIA: Thea Sharrock

Tratto dall'omonimo romanzo di Jojo Moyes.

Le amiche (ore 21:15 - Rai Storia)

GENERE: Drammatico | ANNO: 1955 | REGIA: Michelangelo Antonioni

Tratto dal racconto "Tra donne sole" (contenuto in "La bella estate") di Cesare Pavese.

Edge of Tomorrow - Senza domani (ore 21:20 - Italia 1)

GENERE: Fantascienza | ANNO: 2014 | REGIA: Doug Liman

Tratto dall’omonimo romanzo di Hiroshi Sakurazaka.

La sindrome di Stendhal (ore 22:45 - Italia 2)

GENERE: Horror | ANNO: 1996 | REGIA: Dario Argento

Ispirato dal libro omonimo di Graziella Magherini.

The Watcher (ore 23:01 – Iris)

GENERE: Thriller | ANNO: 2000 | REGIA: Joe Charbanic

Tratto dall’omonimo racconto di Darcy Meyers e David Elliot.

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inloveandwords · 6 years

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Hello book-loving friends!

It’s been a slow book month for me, however, that hasn’t stopped me from adding books to my TBR, of course.

I seriously have a problem – LOL!

Thank goodness for Goodreads, because that is 100% how I track all of my books. My only wish is that they had a “notes” section when you look at the list of all the books on your shelves.

Oh, well! Anyway, let’s see what books I added to my TBR this month!

Here are all the books I’ve added to my TBR this month

(In order from date added. Titles link to Goodreads.)

Tempted by a Seal: Hot Seals (Hot SEALs #7) by Cat Johnson

Black Iris by Elliot Wake, Leah Raeder

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

Normally I don’t add books to my TBR that are in the middle of a series like Tempted by a Seal, but this was a book I found at my local library bookstore.

Scenes from the City (Knitting in the City #4.5) by Penny Reid

Ninja at First Sight (Knitting in the City #4.75) by Penny Reid

Happily Ever Ninja (Knitting in the City #5) by Penny Reid

Dating-ish (Knitting in the City #6) by Penny Reid

Scenes from the Hallway (Knitting in the City #6.5) by Penny Reid

Neanderthal and Human seek Baby (Knitting in the City) by Penny Reid

Can you tell I’d just finished a Knitting in the City book and wanted to make sure I had the rest of the books on my TBR? LOL!

Heartstone (Heartstone #1) by Elle Katharine White

Dead of Winter (Aspen Falls #1) by Melissa Pearl, Anna Cruise

Something New (Exile Ink #1) by Skylar Hill

The Bird and the Sword (The Bird and the Sword Chronicles #1) by Amy Harmon

I’m pretty sure all of these books were added because of awesome reviewers!

Cocktales by Penny Reid, Nana Malone, Dylan Allen, Jana Aston, et.al

If I Wake by Nikki Moyes

Mermaid Boys, Vol. 1 (Mermaid Boys #1) by Sarachiyomi

I couldn’t resist Cock Tales given the whole #cockygate thing!

What have you added to your TBR this month?”

Here are all the books I've added to my TBR list this month! Hello book-loving friends! It's been a slow book month for me, however, that hasn't stopped me from adding books to my TBR, of course.

#Amy Harmon #Anna Cruise #Cat Johnson #Elle Katharine White #Elliot Wake #Holly Black #Leah Raeder #Melissa Pearl #Nikki Moyes #Penny Reid #Sarachiyomi #Skylar Hill #TBR

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smallislandbooks · 7 years

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Uno Más Uno ~Jojo Moyes ~

Prólogo

Ed Nicholls estaba tomando café con Ronan en la sala de creativos cuando entró Sidney. Detrás de él venía un hombre al que reconoció vagamente, otro de los Trajeados. —Os hemos estado buscando —dijo Sidney. —Bueno, ya nos habéis encontrado —dijo Ed. —En realidad a Ronan no, a ti. Ed los observó un momento, luego lanzó una pelota de espuma roja al techo y la capturó. Miró de reojo a Ronan. Investacorp había adquirido la mitad de las acciones de la empresa hacía más de año y medio, pero Ed y Ronan seguían pensando en ellos como los Trajeados. Era uno de los calificativos más amables que les dedicaban en privado. —¿Conoces a una mujer llamada Deanna Lewis? —¿Por qué? —¿Le has dado alguna información sobre el lanzamiento del nuevo software? —¿Qué? —Es una pregunta sencilla. Ed miró alternativamente a los dos Trajeados. El ambiente estaba extrañamente cargado. Su estómago, un ascensor atestado, inició un lento descenso a los pies. —Puede que hayamos hablado del trabajo. Nada en concreto, que yo recuerde. —¿Deanna Lewis? —preguntó Ronan. —Tienes que ser claro en esto, Ed. ¿Le has dado alguna información sobre el lanzamiento de SFAX? —No. Quizá. ¿Qué es esto? —La policía está abajo registrando tu despacho, con dos sabuesos de la Autoridad de Servicios Financieros. El hermano de Deanna ha sido detenido por tráfico de información privilegiada. Por la que tú les diste sobre el lanzamiento del software. —¿Deanna Lewis? ¿Nuestra Deanna Lewis? —Ronan empezó a limpiarse las gafas, gesto que hacía cuando se ponía nervioso. —El fondo de inversión de su hermano ganó dos coma seis millones de dólares el primer día de operaciones. Ella solita ingresó ciento noventa mil en su cuenta particular. —¿El fondo de inversión de su hermano? —No entiendo —dijo Ronan. —Te lo explicaré con detalle. Nos consta que Deanna Lewis habló a su hermano del lanzamiento de SFAX. Según ella, Ed aquí presente le había dicho que iba a ser un exitazo. Y adivina. Dos días después el fondo de su hermano se cuenta entre los mayores compradores de acciones. ¿Qué le dijiste a ella exactamente? Ronan lo miró fijamente. Ed se esforzó por ordenar las ideas. Cuando tragó saliva se pudo oír de un modo bochornoso. El equipo de desarrollo de producto miraba por encima de las mamparas del otro lado de la oficina. —No le dije nada. —Parpadeó—. No lo sé. Quizá dijera algo. No era ningún secreto de estado. —Sí era un jodido secreto de estado, Ed —replicó Sidney—. Se llama tráfico de información privilegiada. Según ella, le diste fechas, calendario. Le dijiste que la empresa iba a ganar una fortuna. —¡Miente! Habla por hablar. Estábamos… teniendo un rollo. —¿Querías tirártela y por eso largaste para impresionarla? —No fue así. —¿Mantuviste relaciones sexuales con Deanna Lewis? —Ed notó que Ronan lo fulminaba con su mirada miope. Sidney levantó las manos. —Necesitas llamar a tu abogado. —¿Por qué habría de tener problemas? —preguntó Ed—. No he obtenido ningún beneficio. Ni siquiera sabía que su hermano tuviera un fondo de inversión. Sidney miró hacia atrás. De pronto, los rostros encontraron algo interesante en lo que fijar la vista en sus respectivas mesas de trabajo. —Ahora tienes que irte —dijo bajando la voz—. Quieren entrevistarte en comisaría. —¿Qué? Esto es una locura. Tengo reunión de software dentro de veinte minutos. No voy a ir a ninguna comisaría. —Y obviamente estás suspendido de empleo y sueldo hasta que lleguemos al fondo de este asunto. Ed amagó una carcajada. —¿Te estás quedando conmigo? Tú no puedes suspenderme de nada. La empresa es mía. —Volvió a lanzar al aire y capturar la pelota de espuma, dándoles parcialmente la espalda. Nadie se movió—. No voy a ir. Esta empresa es nuestra. Díselo, Ronan. Miró a Ronan, pero este tenía la vista fijamente clavada en algún punto del suelo. Ed miró a Sidney, que negó con la cabeza. Luego levantó la mirada a los dos hombres de uniforme que habían aparecido detrás de él; a su secretaria, que se tapaba la boca con la mano; al tramo enmoquetado que se abría entre él y la puerta, y la pelota de espuma cayó silenciosamente al suelo entre sus pies.

Opinión Personal

Esta es una historia muy cautivadora, la forma en como la autora mezcla un lenguaje coloquial y fácil de entender con la unión a algunas teorías matemática aplicadas en la vida diaria de una familis nada común. Me ha gustado mucho este nuevo enfoque de Jojo Moyes, es lindo leer libros que hablan del amor de una forma tan profunda y bonita. El libro está narrado por capitulos donde cada protagonista narra los momentos de su vida.

Todo trata sobre Jess una madre soltera aferrada a que su exesposo (padre de sus hijos) esta recuperandose de una enfermeda y pronto estará con ellos (2 años de recuperación). Tiene una hija llamada Tanzie que es toda una prodigio en matemáticas y esta a punto de ganarse una beca para estudiar en un colegio pijo. Por otro lado está Nicky el hijo de su exmarido pero que Jess ama como propio, es un chico con una personalidad bastante peculiar, razón por la que es objetivo de acoso por parte de otros chicos de su barrio, los detestables Fischer. Y finalmente está Edward Nicholls (Ed) quien es un hombre de 35 años con una vida bastante buena, trabaja en su prppia empresa de desarrollo de software y ha tenido una falla garrafal en un proyecto y se encuentra al borde de perder todo hasta su libertad.

La vida de Ed, Jess, Tanzie y Nicky dará un giro bastante grande uniendo sus vidas y luego separandose y volviendo a unirse.

Me llevo del libro:

Me llevo de esta historia muchas cosas entre ellas la importancia de la unión, la confianza, la sinceridad y sobre todo el apoyo incondicional que debe existir en una familia. Es muy lindo leer la forma en como Jess trata a sus chicos y le quedo pensando que eso quisiera tener con li familia, ese sentimiento de equipo, de contarse todo y sobre todo de demostrar que se esta juntos para todo. También me llevó el pensamiento de optimismo y buenas ganas para enfrentar las dificultades de la vida y como a pesar de los problemas económicos principalmente se debe luchar para salir adelante y enfrentarlos juntos día con día. Me llevo el pensamiento de las dificultades que enfrenta una madre soltera y como en lo que pueda debemos ayudarlas. La importancia de no avandonar ni apartarse mucho tiempo de los seres ados como los padres y hermanos a pesar de estar muy ocupados.

Recomendada esta lectura.~iris🐘

#jojo moyes #uno mas uno #leerpty

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stevemoye · 7 years

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Facial Recognition in Airports

Steve Moye shares his latest blog post!

Remember the first time you posted a photo on Facebook, and the algorithm figured out who you were trying to tag before you could even type in their name? Blew your mind, right? Well, facial-recognition technology has only gotten more sophisticated, and I recently read an article about how it’s on the path to being used in airports. The TSA has already begun testing facial recognition systems at the Dulles and JFK Airports. Face-reading check-in kiosks will be appearing at both Ottawa International and London Heathrow later this year, comparing faces captured at security screenings. A new project called Biometric Exit is now set to bring this system to every international airport in the US.

Biometric Exit would use facial matching systems to identify every visa holder as they leave the country. Here’s how it would work: passengers would have their photos taken immediately before boarding, which would be matched with the passport-style photos provided with the visa application to see whether or not the visitor entered the country illegally. While it’s currently being tested on a single flight, the Trump administration has plans to expedite its usage until it’s being used for every flight and border crossing in the US. Speaking at the Border Security Expo last week, US Custom and Border Protection’s Larry Panetta spoke of the importance of facial recognition.

Biometric Exit, or at least some form of it, has been discussed for decades. However, it’s only recently that facial recognition has been named as the method of choice. Fingerprint and iris-based systems have been named as well, but ultimately facial recognition has been preferred, since it’s the easiest. Although Customs and Border Protection agents take photos and fingerprints from every visa holder entering the country, no such measures exist to see if somebody’s left the country before their visa expires. According to Homeland Security, roughly half a million people overstay their visas to the US each year, although they can’t determine who these people are without any verifiable exit process. This is where the Biometric Exit would come in. Trump has made the program a large part of his aggressive border security policy.

For this system to work, it will require a robust method for checking passengers’ faces against outside datasets, yet as that system is shared with more agencies, it might be used for a lot more. Such technology could be shared with land borders and even private airlines. There are still some technical challenges, and it’s as of yet unclear how well the system works with existing in-airport surveillance system,s but sharing the backend with CBP could make the system a whole lot more efficient. However, such systems raise a lot of difficult civil rights questions, especially if the FBI is integrated into this system.

While the Customs and Border Protection said that Biometric Exit would be meant to benefit travelers and still not disrupt travel, concerns have been raised about racial bias. American facial recognition systems are typically trained on mostly white subjects, so they’re a lot less accurate when scanning other races. If such a bias isn’t corrected, then it could be a major civil rights issue, especially since visa holders tend to be younger and less white than the average US population. As the program’s growth is expedited by Trump, such questions become more and more urgent.

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segundoenfoque1 · 7 years

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43º Feria Internacional del Libro

Buenos Aires.- La Feria Internacional del Libro de Buenos Aires será del 27 de abril al 15 de mayo en La Rural. Los estudiantes y docentes podrán ingresar gratuitamente.

La Feria Internacional del Libro de Buenos Aires se realiza todos los años, desde el año 1974. Caracterizada como el evento de lectura más importante de la región, se trata de una feria mixta en la que se congregan profesionales y público en general. Es organizada por la Fundación El Libro, la cual integran la Sociedad Argentina de Escritores y la Cámara Argentina de Publicaciones, entre otras agrupaciones.

En esta oportunidad, el evento multitudinario se llevará a cabo entre el 27 de abril y el 15 de mayo de 2017 en el Predio Ferial La Rural. Los horarios son: Lunes a viernes de 14:00 a 22.00; Sábados, domingos y lunes 1.° de mayo de 13:00 a 22:00.

Para los jóvenes lectores, la Feria les tiene preparada la presencia de autores internacionales como Jojo Moyes, la escritora de “Yo antes de ti”, un best seller a nivel global que incluso fue adaptado al cine el año pasado, protagonizado por Sam Claflin y Emilia Clarke.

Por otro lado, la novelista romántica y juvenil Cecelia Ahern, quien cautivó con su escritura e imaginación a sus lectores con “PD: Te amo”, o “Donde termina el arco iris”, novelas sumamente románticas que también tuvieron sus adaptaciones cinematográficas, también está invitada.

Yes – I'll be at the Buenos Aires book festival April 28th & 29th !@ferialibro https://t.co/hULooL5KBm

— Cecelia Ahern (@Cecelia_Ahern) March 4, 2017

Y para los amantes del género del suspenso y thriller, regresa una vez más John Katzenbach. El año pasado publicó un nuevo libro: “Personas desconocidas”. En aquellas 480 hojas se cuenta la travesía de dos protagonistas, un policía alcohólico y una mujer especialista en narcóticos, que intentarán resolver cuatro asesinatos que habían sido dejados en el olvido.

Además, habrá lugar para el Encuentro Internacional de Booktubers como Raiza Revelles, Sebastián García Mouret, Sebastián Alanya y Aarón Aranda.

Habrá actividades educativas destinadas a los educadores: las Jornadas Internacionales de Educación; el Congreso de Promoción de la Lectura y el Libro; y el Foro Internacional de Enseñanza de Ciencias y Tecnologías. Estarán presentes: el pedagogo Miguel Ángel Zabalza, el especialista Diego Golombek, la ganadora del Premio Herralde Marta Sanz y la argentina María Cristina Ramos.

El valor de la entrada aún no ha sido dado a conocer. Sin embargo, la tradición indica que de lunes a viernes, con excepción del 1º de mayo, los estudiantes, docentes, jubilados y pensionados podrán ingresar de forma gratuita siempre y cuando presenten un comprobante que acredite su condición. Los expositores y stands pueden consultarse haciendo clic aquí.

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