This is a very well put together book summary of Marie Kondo’s The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing.
I have the original book and have even started to read it. But I haven’t finished reading it yet, let alone putting the techniques into practice. When this summary caught my eye, I grabbed it.
It doesn’t take long to read the summary and the ebook version is cheap, like really cheap. On top of that, it gives you the main points or key takeaways in a very compact format.
A Pale View of the Hills is the very first Kazuo Ishiguro book I have ever read. Apparently, it was his first book, too!
I just wanted to read it before I read Never Let Me Go which I bought way before found A Pale View of Hills at a second hand shop. From the moment I started reading this book, I realised why Ishiguro won the Nobel Prize. Writing is so good you can hear the silence of Nagasaki.
Well, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. So much so that I forgot to highlight the bits like I normally do. I had to go over the book again and find a few.
As with a wound on one’s own body, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the most disturbing of things.
The English are fond of their idea that our race has an instinct for suicide, as if further explanations are unnecessary; for that was all they reported, that she was Japanese and that she had hung herself in her room.
Memory, I realise, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers, and no doubt this applies to certain of the recollections I have gathered here.
I have made several attempts to read this book since it was first published in 2009. I tried Kindle version first; didn’t work. I tried my American first edition version; didn’t work. I bought a paperback version; didn’t work so I donated it to Salvation Army shop. And I’m thinking of doing the same thing with the first edition one even though Paul Harding is a Pulitzer Prize winning author and I actually collect first edition books!
Let me tell you, Paul Harding’s prose is one of a kind. It’s seriously good writing. Even though I loved the plot, I was so bored. In the end, I found it very difficult to get going. You know why? Because, Tinkers lacks spark, for Buddha’s sake! It’s dull. You feel like as if the story takes place in a sterile environment like a laboratory even though certain parts of the story happen in the countryside.
I think I should leave my review right here…
P. S.: If anyone wants an American first edition of this book (brand new), just let me know. Hurry up, though.