Hep Sevgili Kalalım – Birol İnan


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Hep Sevgili Kalalım’ı bitirmem çok zamanımı aldı. Neden mi? Çünkü ne zaman başına otursam yapmam gereken işlerin hepsini serdim. Yoksa ne iri bir kitap ne de hikâye baştan sona ayağını sürüyor. Aksine konu öyle insanı içine çekiyor ki okumanın haricinde hemen her şey sırasını beklemek zorunda kalıyor.

Kitabı bitirmemin zaman almasındaki bir diğer etken de okurken çok not almam, geri dönüp belli yerleri tekrar tekrar okumam.


Yukarıda görüldüğü gibi; Hep Sevgili Kalalım benimle kuaföre bile gitti.

Hep Sevgili Kalalım, yeni bir kitap. Bu yılın haziran ayında Mona Kitap’tan çıktı. Benim bu kadar kısa sürede dünyanın öbür ucunda bu kitabı okuma şansına erişme nedenimse yazarın kardeşinin yakın arkadaşım olması.

Belli ki Birol İnan’ın inceliklerle dolu bir dünyası var. Ben özellikle şarap, mimari, müzik, resim ve insanların doğal yapısı arasında kurduğu bağlantıları çok beğendim. Altı çizilenlere geçmeden önce belirtmek isterim 🙂

Altı Çizilenler

Dostluklarının çimentosu ortak damak tatlarıydı.

Ruhumun adresini bilemedi oysa her şey çok güzel olacaktı.

Bulutlar dağılıyordu ama Londra’nın değil, Demir’in ruhundakiler.

Yaptığı imla hatalarındaki viski kokusu burnuna geliyordu.

Asıl üzüldüğü Rüya’nın ondan kopması değil, Rüya’nın anılarında da olsa tanıdığı gibi kalamamasıydı.

Uzun bir sessizlik oldu. Her ikisinin de içinden geçenler vardı elbet, kaybetme korkusuyla konuşamadıkları.

Ben seni gecikmiş trendeki kavuşamamış yolcu misali sevmiştim. Talihsizliğim, sevdiğimi anlamamış olmak.

Bir kadın seni seviyorsa; yanında kedi bile sevemezsin.

Seyrine doyamadığımız kokulu bir oyundu ilişkimiz. Onda hapis kalır, alışır, kendinizi cennette yaşıyor sanırdınız.

Kelimeler kilit vurulduğunda özünü anlatamazsın, özünü anlatamazsan özünü yaşatamazsın.

‘’Sadece yaşam yoğunluğu olanın biçim yoğunluğu vardır.’’ Nafi Çil


Pride and Prejudice and Zombies – Seth Grahame-Smith and Jane Austen



“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.”

So begins Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, an expanded edition of the beloved Jane Austen novel featuring all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie mayhem. As our story opens, a mysterious plague has fallen upon the quiet English village of Meryton—and the dead are returning to life! Feisty heroine Elizabeth Bennet is determined to wipe out the zombie menace, but she’s soon distracted by the arrival of the haughty and arrogant Mr. Darcy. What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilised sparring between the two young lovers—and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield. Can Elizabeth vanquish the spawn of Satan? And overcome the social prejudices of the class-conscious landed gentry? Complete with romance, heartbreak, swordfights, cannibalism, and thousands of rotting corpses, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies transforms a masterpiece of world literature into something you’d actually want to read.

Animal Magic – Gordon Smith


Animal Magic: The Extraordinary Proof of Our Pets’ Intuition and Unconditional Love for Us by Gordon Smith

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You’ll be going on a journey together that’ll be a big part of your life and it’ll be a learning curve for both you and the animal. These special pets get caught up in dramas, illnesses or accidents, or sometimes they open new doors for us and change our lives. They inspire us to love them and to see their example and understand what a special being we’ve been linked to for a short while on this plane.

… as a Buddhist who ends her prayers with the wish that ‘all beings be happy’ she’s extending her compassion to all life forms every day.

In The Unbelievable Truth I quoted the Dalai Lama: ‘To understand the nature of rebirth, you first have to understand consciousness.’ I compared consciousness to a computer hard drive which contains many ‘programs’ or lives; while only one of these programs might be running, the rest are stored in the memory and can be tapped into or might influence the life that’s happening now.

Personality is a tiny thing compared to consciousness. When you understand that you’re limitless, the boundaries fall and everything is possible.

Millions of people in this world believe we live many lives connected to specific souls that we have bonded with and travel through our lives with, crossing paths time and time again.

There’s a different law on the other side and they can come back when they wish to.

You can’t love that deeply and learn so much and not have it last.

Some animals come into the world with a very refined consciousness, though they’re always more limited than humans in the way they can display it.

We can all see ourselves as individuals or we can realize we’re part of a bigger consciousness and try to reach out for an unconditional love of all beings.

The essence of love, of those bonds, that runs through our lives, is what gives us meaning. No matter whom we feel love for in this life, human or animal, the very fact that we have loved another being will expand who we are and give us a higher perspective. All animals can touch our hearts if we let them.

A Dog’s Purpose – W. Bruce Cameron


Dogs have important jobs, like barking when the doorbell rings, but cats have no function in a house whatsoever.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

Humans were capable of so many amazing things, but too often they just sat making words, not doing anything.

For the next several minutes nothing much happened, biscuit wise.

Humans are so much more complex than dogs, with such a broad range of feelings—though there were many times I missed the Yard, for the most part I was now living a far richer life, even though I often didn’t know what was going on.”

Lennon said that life’s what happens when you’re making other plans.

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The Toymaker – Liam Pieper


I was a little reluctant to read this book as it’s Pieper’s first novel even though I really enjoyed his memoir, The Feel-Good Hit of the Year, which I read last year.

I met him in Bali during Ubud Writers and Readers Festival some years ago along with beloved Rayya Ellias and some other authors from different countries as well. He looked so young to me to have the life experience to be a good writer. Well I was wrong. Because The Toymaker—just like Pieper’s memoir—is a very well researched, intricately pieced together and emotionally mature first novel.

If you’re a writer yourself, not many authors can actually surprise you. This seems to be a reoccurring theme with me these days. I did guess certain parts of the story even way before they actually happened but the last twist did take me by surprise. I highly recommend The Toymaker.

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Here’s my favourite lines from the book:

The nephews had the excitable inbred quality that lurked inside all Irish, expressing itself like bad poetry across the features.

She considered herself a realist, and while she’d never managed to make a relationship last very long before Adam, growing around her chaotic, fabulist parents had inadvertently educated her in exactly what a marriage was, which was a contract to be negotiated time and again as the currencies brought to the table—sex, loyalty, companionship, family—waxed and waned.

This was an empire that had carved itself out of snow and sadness, a nation of people where each had been given both a life not worth living and an iron will to survive.

She wondered what it meant about the species that the internet was the pinnacle of human achievement and democracy, and it had become a giant scream of loneliness and insanity.

‘They say there are no atheists at the end of a gun.’

‘But anger is unproductive. It is useful for a minute, if you need to flee, if you need to fight, but in the camps, neither of those things were an option, and in the aftermath, even less so. Those of us who survived had to learn to temper our hatred, or it would destroy us. We are not machines designed to be run red hot. We must rest, we must heal. If we cannot let go of fear and hatred, we will always be in the camps.’

A man needs to be busy, especially when he’s sad.

I am Russian, after all. Without some kind of angst we feel lonely.