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#Weekendreads

Hoping to get Book One of the tagged read today for tomorrow‘s discussion #SundayBuddyRead

Listening to Lily of the Nile during chores, etc. #BookedinTime

Behind on Sovereign #Shardlakians

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Some books to choose from for #NFNovember #TBR #buddyread. Since the tagged book is a buddy read split into weekly sections,I should be able to manage another nonfiction book at the same time?!

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Top: Buddy Reads. #adventuresinphilosophy #freewill Have to catch up in Free Will, both chapter & discussion. #nonfiction #sundaybuddyread
Middle: #readyourkindle #mystery #nonfiction
Last: #10BeforeTheEnd #magic #historicalfiction #librarybook

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November NONFICTION
#SUNDAYBUDDYREAD
Nov 3 Book One
Nov 10 Book Two
Nov 17 Book Three
Nov 24 Book Four

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I have re read this book as I have developed an interest in Simone recently. The book ends with her emancipation and the death of her best friend. Such different times the pressure of bourgeois values and Catholicism on women and girls.

It is quite challenging to read such a memoir; it requires time and patience and a certain state of mind, an openness to absorb the unfolding of a life in a different era, down to the tiniest detail.
“Alone: for the first time I understood the terrible significance of that word. Alone without a witness, without anyone to speak to, without refuge. The breath in my body, the blood in my veins, all this hurly-burly in my head existed for nobody.”

"After all, I had created this image of him in my mind quite without his authorization, and now I was beginning to think that perhaps he did not in the least resemble it."
Mood.

"The presence of a person is so complete, his absence so final; there seemed to be nothing between the two extremes."

"...a kind of office whose shutters were always closed and that served as a kind of lumber room or glory-hole."
Historical culture shock is when you have to hurriedly look up the early-twentieth-century meaning of present-day porno terminology. ?

Damn, Beauvoir was kinky as hell.

"I liked the neatly trimmed yews in Aunt Alice's garden, the sacramental odour of box, and, in a thatched arbour, an object as delightfully equivocal as a watch made of raw meat--a rock which was also a table, a stone table."
Today in odd similes.

"On the evenings when my parents held parties, the drawing-room mirrors multiplied to infinity the scintillations of a crystal chandelier. [...] I would crack between my teeth the candied shell of an artificial fruit, and a burst of light would illuminate my palate with a taste of black-currant or pineapple: all the colours, all the lights were mine, the gauzy scarves, the diamonds, the laces; I held the whole party in my mouth."

"When I was grown-up I wanted to crunch flowering almond trees, and take bites out of the rainbow nougat of the sunset. Against the night sky of New York, the neon signs appeared to me like giant sweetmeats and made me feel frustrated."

@RealLifeReading #alphabetbookishquiz

#layallyourloveonme I read this book years and years ago and enjoyed it. de Beauvoir‘s memoir chronicles her childhood and coming of age and even the beginning of her relationship with Jean Paul Sartre. Quite the odd couple, they were together for decades but never married or lived together. I‘ve seen their relationship called a “soul marriage”. ❤️❤️ #abbainaugust

Mentre cerco di capire come funziona questa app (sono ben accetti suggerimenti), vi mostro il mio amore sconfinato per Einaudi :)

Fresh from the bookstore! I went to browse and I couldn't resist to the cover. What is wrong if I have three editions of Anna Karenina?

#seasonsreadings2016 #lastbookyoustacked