What makes Sammy run?, Budd Schulberg - this had been on my shelves forever. At some point I had read a great review on this book and bought it second hand, but never got to read it. Then, on my quest for cleaning shelves and reading everything I hadn't, this went to the pile (well, it is not a pile: it is a very organized basket that now comprises titles which wouldn't meet in any cocktail party, I guess). It had a wonderful beginning, narrating the always on the run (no pun intended) Sammy Glick the copy boy soon to be discovered as a sleazy bastard by his boss, Al Maheim, the narrator. The narrator is also the person who asks the question - what makes Sammy run? - even though I think it is pretty obvious. These guys work in the late 30s, early 40s Hollywood, in the world of screenplay writing, and Sammy basically wants out of his old life - his Jewish family, including his old name, his parents, and most of all, his being nobody. He does everything he can to be mentioned by name, and well, he soon is.
I didn't like the ending, which I thought was abrupt and a bit silly.
The great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald - oh well, I must admit I like a lot of it: the vulnerability, the shallowness, the sadness. But I wanted to kick Daisy's butt so hard, and I hated the ending, and I don't get it why it is considered such a magic book. Sue me.
The catcher in the rye, JD Salinger
Holden Caufield: a lost boy. I guess that sums it up perfectly. He is right when he identifies the assholes, however.
She: A chave para o entendimento da psicologia feminina, Robert Johnson
Um desses livros fininhos, que vc pega inadvertidamente e senta e... puxa! com o mito de ERos e Psiquê por trás, Robert Johnson usa a simbologia toda para falar do feminino. Dos lutos pelos quais Psiquê tem de passar, da simbologia que Afrodite, a mãe de Eros, representa, de como ela supera - ou não - obstáculos. Já dei a uma amiga e espero que ilumine a vida de várias outras mulheres.
Holding up the universe, Jennifer Niven - #wearealllibbystrout - no, we are really not. I wish we were, though, because she is such a force of nature... something to be reckoned. A girl who had to be removed of her house with a crane, because she was morbidly obese - mostly due to suffering so much from grief. Then, she is homeschooled, and then one day she thinks, what the hell, I should join the school again. She is still very heavy, and will go through what still makes me boil with shame and embarrassment. And she does all that wearing purple bikinis. Ah, did I mention it's also a love story? There's this guy who comes across her way, and well, he should. In any case, it's a YA, and unlike so many others, it actually can teach the girl readers some of what it souls should be made of. I'd be proud of Libby, had I met her.
Pequenas grandes mentiras, Liane Moriarty - Reli porque comecei a assistir a série da HBO e fiquei intrigada - lembrava da Maddie morena, de um filho do meio, de coisas que não apareceram. E gente, como ela é fantástica. O livro teve a mesma maravilhosidade da segunda vez que da primeira, ou até mais, porque não havia a ansiedade da primeira vez. Os personagens são bem construídos, a narrativa é envolvente, é divertido, é profundo... que autora sensacional.