the end, I kept my promise . I am a man of his word. Lately, I spend so much time into a train car that book pages fly ... Empecé con ' El psicoanalista ', de John Katzenbach, y que aún tengo por terminar; al igual que me pasó con 'La sombra del viento', que terminé definitivamente la semana pasada, culminando una promesa que ha tardado un par de años en cumplirse. Perdón por la tardanza. Continué con 'El niño con el pijama de rayas'. Más tarde, cayó ' Los renglones torcidos de Dios '. Y hoy me he terminado ' El blog del inquisidor '. Es lo que tiene el carnet del Bibliometro , y convivir en una casa repleta de libros por leer. No sé cuál será el siguiente, pero ya hay varios candidatos: 'La fiesta del chivo', que empecé también and left half, 'The Angel's Game', 'The Eight' ... are some who will be falling over time.
Returning to the subject I want to address today, I simply say that 'The Inquisitor's blog' is one of the rarest books I read. Original, yes, and good so far. But very strange, at least in fragments. In any case recommended, among other things because it is a true story told by its own character and in which I have been partially reflected. I left a fragment, and if you have the opportunity to read the complete work, do it and judge for yourselves ... Offline
. Each morning, since I wake up, my life is not rather than the rocky road that leads me to that word. I get up, shower, get dressed, breakfast, sometimes even buy a newspaper or do an errand, but this extension of the preambles only serves to aggravate the pain. Whatever you do to delay it, ends up the moment from the screen I look at those seven letters full of denial and absence: OFFLINE. And as soon as I read them, I feel like dying. One more sip of death added to those already led, to realize that I will fall for it someday.
long I know the pain. It is by no means something new for me. I have thirty-six years and my life has come down at least a couple of times. But those who say they know the pain and overcome it prepares you to face in the future, they are mistaken or lying. The pain is always young and conclusive, as the claims you look through the eyes of a child ...
Returning to the subject I want to address today, I simply say that 'The Inquisitor's blog' is one of the rarest books I read. Original, yes, and good so far. But very strange, at least in fragments. In any case recommended, among other things because it is a true story told by its own character and in which I have been partially reflected. I left a fragment, and if you have the opportunity to read the complete work, do it and judge for yourselves ... Offline
. Each morning, since I wake up, my life is not rather than the rocky road that leads me to that word. I get up, shower, get dressed, breakfast, sometimes even buy a newspaper or do an errand, but this extension of the preambles only serves to aggravate the pain. Whatever you do to delay it, ends up the moment from the screen I look at those seven letters full of denial and absence: OFFLINE. And as soon as I read them, I feel like dying. One more sip of death added to those already led, to realize that I will fall for it someday.
long I know the pain. It is by no means something new for me. I have thirty-six years and my life has come down at least a couple of times. But those who say they know the pain and overcome it prepares you to face in the future, they are mistaken or lying. The pain is always young and conclusive, as the claims you look through the eyes of a child ...
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