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Clara Ferreira Alves apresenta-nos neste romance Maria, a Fantasma. Através do olhar e da vida da personagem (uma fotografa), a autora retrata o conflito do médio oriente, o 11 de setembro e as suas consequências.&lt;/div&gt;
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Os americanos, israelitas, palestianos, europeus fazem parte deste enredo que tem como cenário ou até personagem principal, a guerra&lt;/div&gt;
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O final é imprevisível embora já se adivinhasse que uma mudança de comportamentot ão evidente numa das personagens centrais pudesse a vir uma intencionalidede por parte da autora.&lt;/div&gt;
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Um bom livro, com um ritmo intenso e sempre num tom de magoa mas que nos agarra desde a 1ª linha.&lt;/div&gt;
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Boas leituras!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sou só eu que acha a Uma Thurman parecida com a Charlotte Brontë?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora fiquei com vontade de ver o filme. Depois de ler o o livro, claro!&lt;/div&gt;
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O tempo entre costuras de Maria Duenas….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Como já referi li este livro foi-me sugerido e eu ainda sem
o ler também o indiquei a várias pessoas sempre com a ressalva que não o tinha
lido. Se fosse agora acho que não o recomendava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A história atravessa a guerra civil espanhola e a ª guerra,
passa por Lisboa, Tanger, Madrid. Fala-nos da informação e contra informação,
jogos de interesse, politica nacional e internacional. Remete-nos para os
filmes de espionagem da década de 60. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A história do romance passa quase ao lado perante tanta
informação histórica, a figura central Sira Quiroga é demasiado bonzinha,
perfeita, inocente que se torna numa espia arrojada e cheia de truques.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Claro que depois de se ler uma Elena Ferrante tudo sabe a
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Boas leituras!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Alguém (não me consigo lembrar quem), sugeriu-me este livro e apesar de não o ter lido recomendei-a várias pessoas, todas elas me agradeceram e me disseram bem do livro.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Doutorada em Filologia Inglesa, Maria Dueñas é professora titular da Universidade de Murcia depois de ter já passado pela docência em várias universidades norte-americanas.&amp;nbsp;É autora de trabalhos académicos e de muitos projetos educativos, culturais e editoriais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Maria Dueñas nasceu em Puertollano (Ciudad Real) em 1964, é casada, tem dois filhos e reside em Cartagena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;O Tempo entre Costuras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;foi o seu primeiro romance, publicado pela Porto Editora, tendo sido adaptado à televisão, e exibido em Portugal pela TVI.&amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f7f7f7; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Boas leituras!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5886642938465016463/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/29536221/5886642938465016463?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/5886642938465016463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/5886642938465016463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/2016/09/maria-duenas-o-tempo-entre-costuras.html' title='María Duenas - O tempo entre costuras'/><author><name>Totoia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712690988751655755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnus_eMxu8hRHaBr3by6ajQ6Ce7J9fpxXKyeNyHpD2Em4mM-PPDbxxUZvUo88UGubLS41sIvrkaLI3NuFnNpVpVKZYkXhTqFKmcXzVgO2IJRMNhUfh8Hfny3lCtQEzR4/s149/153576952_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQGrS-VD-hEfCVQBqiCuSxjLP00BJE7aM8OmhYQ4JZIqRvdw_risZycQnftkMMkjnV9vhKjfZKrOC9P3YwCZBGSPb-paErkKh5iYFOGLI1roxvh1FJTSpwIMg8A3ihF74_AVL/s72-c/Duenas.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29536221.post-4956511637285698981</id><published>2016-09-04T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2016-09-04T15:57:00.036+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maria Duenas"/><title type='text'>Antes era assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&quot;decidiu-se finalmente então pela Lettera 35 portátil, uma máquina de teclas brancas e redondas em que as letras do alfabeto e encaixavam com tanta elegância que pareciam gravadas a cinzel&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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in &quot;O tempo entre as costuras&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu ainda tive aulas de dactilografia, que consistiam em escrever textos com o teclado tapado! Claro que nunca cheguei a utilizar uma máquina de escrever, quando ingressei no mercado de trabalho já se usava o PC em ambiente MS-DOS. Parece que foi noutra vida!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;imagem retirada do blogue &lt;a href=&quot;http://mundoantigoecia.blogspot.pt/p/olivetti-lettera-32.html&quot;&gt;Mundo Antigo &amp;amp; Companhia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jane Austen é sempre Jane Austen, não corremos grandes riscos quando pegamos pela primeira vez ou pela milésima (&lt;a href=&quot;http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.pt/2010/01/orgulho-e-preconceito.html&quot;&gt;Orgulho e preconceito)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;num livro desta senhora. Mas tenho de confessar que este título me custou muito a ler e percebo as criticas dos fãs de Austen a este romance. É um livro estranho para os seus leitores habituais.&lt;/div&gt;
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A &quot;culpa&quot; é da Fanny, é tão sonsa, tão chata, tão perfeita, que se torna irritante. Jane Austen volta ao tema das heranças e da importância de se ser o 1º filho, refere durante um dos diálogos a questão da do comércio de escravos em Inglaterra.&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma das frases do título &quot;não há tantos homens ricos como mulheres bonitas que os mereçam&quot; foi aproveitada pela &lt;a href=&quot;http://quetzal.blogs.sapo.pt/tag/helena+vasconcelos&quot;&gt;Helena Vasconcelos&lt;/a&gt; para um romance de sua autoria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Este é o único livro de Jane Austen que não me apetece repetir.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tendo em conta que o livro foi o resultado de uma partido dos autores aos lisboetas está muito bem conseguido, porque de facto consegue deixar-nos várias vezes intrigado e a pensar quem teria cometido o assassinato, mistério esse que só o nos é revelado quase no fim.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ainda não me faltam umas páginas para o fim. Estou curiosa com o final deste romance / policial.&lt;/div&gt;
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Este livro fez-me pensar na impunidade. Esta história baseia-se em factos verídicos vividos pela autora. E esta situação de ex-nazis a viverem pacificamente em Espanha e Portugal era conhecida, aceite, tolerada na década de oitenta, ainda para mais não sendo um caso isolado mas uma comunidade.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ouvi no programa da Antena 1 &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rtp.pt/programa/radio/p5797&quot;&gt;No limite da dor&quot;&lt;/a&gt;, uma vitima dos torturadores da PIDE a descrever os seus horrores. Impressionou-me a entrevistada ao dizer que ainda esperava um pedido de desculpas, que os seus torturadores eram funcionários públicos, homens e mulheres que se vestiam todos os dias de manhã, despediam-se da sua família para ir maltratar alguém com ideais políticos diferentes. Ainda e a propósito deste programa alguém me contava que outra vitima tinha reconhecido um dos seus carrascos na saída do metro, e que gritou por ajuda e pela policia, entrou em desespero quando deu de caras com aquele individuo que deveria estar atrás das grades.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://sol.sapo.pt/inicio/Cultura/Interior.aspx?content_id=61342&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;«De calções curtos, no supermercado, parecem pessoas normais». Mas, como lembra Clara Sánchez, «não há nada normal neles. Fizeram coisas terríveis que nenhum de nós faria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Boas leituras!&lt;/div&gt;
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Este livro foi sugestão de um amigo, senão me tivesse falado dele com tanto entusiasmo provavelmente nunca o leria. E dou-lhe razão quando me disse que era um daqueles livros que nos agarra logo nas primeiras páginas e quando parece que está tudo revelado eis que há ali um pormenor que nos indica ainda haver muito para desbravar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.clarasanchez.com/&quot;&gt;Clara Sánchez&lt;/a&gt; conta-nos a história de Sandra, Karin e Frederik e Julián. Dois ex-nazis, um judeu e uma jovem grávida. O enredo passa-se na costa espanhola, local escolhido por antigos nazis que após a Segunda Guerra ali se refugiaram e viveram tranquilamente até à sua morte.&lt;br /&gt;
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Americanah é um livro que fala do racismo nas suas diferentes formas e como os americanos lidam (ou não) com este assunto. A personagem principal deste romance tem muito em comum com &lt;a href=&quot;http://chimamanda.com/&quot;&gt;Chimamanda &lt;/a&gt;(autora), é uma nigeriana que vem estudar para os EUA, deixando para trás a sua família e o namorado. Quando chega ao pais de todas as promessas depara-se com a dificuldade em arranjar trabalho, ter um visto e no limite em sobreviver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Com muita sorte à mistura, Ifemelu (a heroína) consegue superar todas as dificuldades e tornar-se numa voz activa expondo através do seu blogue situações e opiniões sobre a raça africana. Mas nunca se chega a sentir confortável nos EUA e regressa a Nigéria onde acaba também por criar um &lt;a href=&quot;http://chimamanda.com/blog/&quot;&gt;blogue&lt;/a&gt; para falar do seu pais e de uma nova &quot;classe social&quot; os retornados dos EUA para a Nigéria.&lt;/div&gt;
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Depois de ler este livro fiquei com vontade de ler &quot;A minha herança&quot; De barack Obama e o &quot;Cerne da Questão&quot; de Graham Greene.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://ipsilon.publico.pt/livros/texto.aspx?id=308219&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie ainda não tinha 20 anos quando apanhou um avião rumo aos EUA. Foi lá que publicou pela primeira vez o seu primeiro romance,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;A Cor do Hibisco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;. O dom, esse, vem de longe e de um tempo em que ainda não cruzara oceanos e só conhecia um país - a Nigéria - seu e de mais de 160 milhões de habitantes. Sempre soube que queria ser escritora, costuma contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ipsilon.publico.pt/livros/texto.aspx?id=308219&quot;&gt;Cresceu a falar igbo. E para ela, essa é &quot;uma língua mais emocional&quot;, uma em que de forma menos definitiva se fala da morte de alguém que não podíamos ter perdido (como acontece com uma das suas personagens). Mas o inglês, sendo a língua oficial da Nigéria e a única língua de estudo, tornou-se naturalmente, para ela, &quot;a língua das ideias&quot;, diz ao Ípsilon. Hoje, com 35 anos, partilha o tempo entre esses dois lados do Atlântico (e dois hemisférios). &quot;Gosto da América. Gosto de viver parte da minha vida na América. Mas não sou americana e nunca serei. Ser americano é uma sensibilidade e a minha sensibilidade é decididamente nigeriana.&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Americanah, foi uma daqueles títulos
que apontei no meu caderno preto para ler mais tarde ou porque li numa crítica
ou por me terem falado dele, seja qual tenha sido o motivo o certo é que ficou
registado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando me chegou as mãos e o
conhecei a ler fiquei de imediato rendida à escrita de Chimanda Ngozi Adichie
de uma forma descontraída ela vai descrevendo a vida de uma jovem nigeriana que
vai viver para os EUA. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Com o avançar da história fui
percebendo que o livro vai muito além da história de Ifemelu e Obinze (o par
romântico), é um quase tratado do racismo que prevalece actualmente nos EUA. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ainda vou a meio da leitura mas
para já a nossa Ifemelu separada do Obinze (que entretanto foi deportado para a
Nigéria), tem um blogue sobre questões raciais e convive com um grupo de intelectuais
com quem discute questões ligadas ao mesmo tema, no inicio do romance ela
decide regressar à Nigéria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Veremos como vai ser esse
regresso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“quem me dera pertencer
aos países que dão e não aos que recebem” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Boas leituras!
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3584802243313165680/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/29536221/3584802243313165680?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/3584802243313165680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/3584802243313165680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/2014/01/americanhah-primeiras-impressoes.html' title='ameriCanah - primeiras impressões '/><author><name>Totoia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712690988751655755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnus_eMxu8hRHaBr3by6ajQ6Ce7J9fpxXKyeNyHpD2Em4mM-PPDbxxUZvUo88UGubLS41sIvrkaLI3NuFnNpVpVKZYkXhTqFKmcXzVgO2IJRMNhUfh8Hfny3lCtQEzR4/s149/153576952_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtFAgZwVaCXxTq2FXhj7iIr7ii-yUz5ZV-FYxQcZ3hHWlRTZd8FH17C-uyblQfuo0paUv1U38uv0qBJxN_uYJQeEpBa_sWrXxzvGa9a8u0uWYTDQnZD5PJ4yd8whgudIbXu0L/s72-c/9789722052801.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29536221.post-2447773497508925617</id><published>2012-02-05T21:53:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:53:43.274+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encontro À Volta das Letras"/><title type='text'>Encontro à Volta das Letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTStSx2C-_vgU6yLXIg6UMYpHKdAmrz18QeITOjE3hd7IsX0BxJUUjJ3vWNtO-MUxZvpK_SOWaqiZ2PHC8-cnf1UE5WsE_k6rBHb31VfpVwZvvUQjX7ek1ixxVVFsrt_b2li34/s1600/100_2884.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTStSx2C-_vgU6yLXIg6UMYpHKdAmrz18QeITOjE3hd7IsX0BxJUUjJ3vWNtO-MUxZvpK_SOWaqiZ2PHC8-cnf1UE5WsE_k6rBHb31VfpVwZvvUQjX7ek1ixxVVFsrt_b2li34/s320/100_2884.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hoje foi bom. Muito bom. A conversa foi como sempre muita animada e muitas vezes com diálogos sobrepostos, houve até alguma dificuldade em apanhar tudo. Penso que estávamos um bocado ávidos destes encontros. Havia muito que contar. Falou-se da actualidade, da crise e das coisas boas que ela trouxe, de comida (claro, ali com a Laranjinha era impossível não se falar), de facebook e do goodreads, de novos e velhos projectos, de atitudes para 2012 e claro como não podia deixar de ser de livros. O que lemos, o que andamos a ler, o que queremos ler, o que não nos apetece mesmo nada ler... Enfim, um bom começo de Domingo. O próximo encontro será dia 4 de Março no Museu da Electricidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Até lá boas leituras!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2447773497508925617/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/29536221/2447773497508925617?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/2447773497508925617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/2447773497508925617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/2012/02/encontro-volta-das-letras.html' title='Encontro à Volta das Letras'/><author><name>Totoia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712690988751655755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnus_eMxu8hRHaBr3by6ajQ6Ce7J9fpxXKyeNyHpD2Em4mM-PPDbxxUZvUo88UGubLS41sIvrkaLI3NuFnNpVpVKZYkXhTqFKmcXzVgO2IJRMNhUfh8Hfny3lCtQEzR4/s149/153576952_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTStSx2C-_vgU6yLXIg6UMYpHKdAmrz18QeITOjE3hd7IsX0BxJUUjJ3vWNtO-MUxZvpK_SOWaqiZ2PHC8-cnf1UE5WsE_k6rBHb31VfpVwZvvUQjX7ek1ixxVVFsrt_b2li34/s72-c/100_2884.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29536221.post-1355418914163523111</id><published>2012-02-01T10:17:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:17:28.996+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Luzes de Leonor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maria Teresa Horta"/><title type='text'>Luzes de Leonor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoZR9_HKDKqa8ab1XIBTo0uoFrlAuBKQrbG9Ef-zY8hok6Zdi-Z1esA1Wbp65iIYfqArhgvaOy4K8ghBwVK209z5_9a0gEgYZQHUd3EagCEBYleIaEQUADvUbq6hf_fWE4Bz3/s1600/500_9789722046510_as_luzes_de_leonor.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; sda=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoZR9_HKDKqa8ab1XIBTo0uoFrlAuBKQrbG9Ef-zY8hok6Zdi-Z1esA1Wbp65iIYfqArhgvaOy4K8ghBwVK209z5_9a0gEgYZQHUd3EagCEBYleIaEQUADvUbq6hf_fWE4Bz3/s320/500_9789722046510_as_luzes_de_leonor.jpg&quot; width=&quot;288&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sabem quando o dia está a ser uma seca e aquilo que nos anima é saber que à noite temos um livro mesmo bom à nossa espera?! É assim que me sinto ao pensar nas Luzes de Leonor. Já me aconteceu acordar de madrugada e ir ler mais um bocado. A leitura não é fácil mas quando nos agarra é deliciosa. Fala da Marquesa de Alorna uma personagem riquissíma e uma mulher muito à frente até&amp;nbsp;para os&amp;nbsp;dias de hoje, Maria Teresa Horta demorou 13 anos a escrever este livro. Eu vou demorar muitos dias a lê-lo mas vai valer a pena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Boas leituras.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1355418914163523111/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/29536221/1355418914163523111?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/1355418914163523111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/1355418914163523111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/2012/02/luzes-de-leonor.html' title='Luzes de Leonor'/><author><name>Totoia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712690988751655755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnus_eMxu8hRHaBr3by6ajQ6Ce7J9fpxXKyeNyHpD2Em4mM-PPDbxxUZvUo88UGubLS41sIvrkaLI3NuFnNpVpVKZYkXhTqFKmcXzVgO2IJRMNhUfh8Hfny3lCtQEzR4/s149/153576952_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoZR9_HKDKqa8ab1XIBTo0uoFrlAuBKQrbG9Ef-zY8hok6Zdi-Z1esA1Wbp65iIYfqArhgvaOy4K8ghBwVK209z5_9a0gEgYZQHUd3EagCEBYleIaEQUADvUbq6hf_fWE4Bz3/s72-c/500_9789722046510_as_luzes_de_leonor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29536221.post-5825970320731733541</id><published>2012-01-31T22:10:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:22:38.340+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Encontro À Volta das Letras"/><title type='text'>Em jeito de balanço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cdCTIwcpsTq7BrVev6jQ6GJUVkIvXhB0Lx-cnILtV6uAXT7GXHe5q3598CA-aZxKxQDUo3gJe3zJlE-D64UoLV3z6AYtHZtUdg1A9V7cP54hurPsaucfWNCXd1lHhVgurgcU/s1600/livros-desconto-progressivo-walmart-300x268.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cdCTIwcpsTq7BrVev6jQ6GJUVkIvXhB0Lx-cnILtV6uAXT7GXHe5q3598CA-aZxKxQDUo3gJe3zJlE-D64UoLV3z6AYtHZtUdg1A9V7cP54hurPsaucfWNCXd1lHhVgurgcU/s1600/livros-desconto-progressivo-walmart-300x268.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O mês de 2011 foi um ano de adaptações. Um ano de grandes mudanças para os membros deste grupo de leitores. Ainda sim e apesar dos encontros terem sido escassos, fomos mantendo o contacto e deu para perceber que não mudamos muito. Continuamos a gostar de ler, de viajar, de fazer coisas novas e diferentes, atentos à conjuntura mas não nos deixando abater pelo pessimismo que cai sobre Portugal. Este blogue já esteve moribundo ou mesmo cadáver, mas numa altura em que é urgente fazer, falar e transmitir boas energias há que reanimar este projecto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Começo por fazer um balanço dos livros lidos em 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Crime e Castigo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- A queda dos Gigantes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Esta noite improvisa-se;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Hotel memória;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- O Confessor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Para a minha filha em França;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Um grito de amor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Budapeste;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Cinco quartos de Laranja;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Menino de Cabul;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- O Professor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Julie e Julie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Diário de um serial killer sentimental;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Palácio da lua;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Bombaim;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- O olhar sobre as mulheres;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- O livro dos homens sem luz;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- O retrato de Dorian Gray;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- As memórias secretas da Rainha D. Amélia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Hotel Íris;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Chão dos Pardais;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- O estrangeiro;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Um dia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- O filho de mil homens;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- As serviçais;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Pânico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Foi um ano de descoberta de alguns autores, Dulce Maria Cardoso foi uma agradável surpresa. Valter Hugo Mãe e João Tordo deram um salto qualitativo enorme.Li também alguns autores que me passaram e passam muito pelas mãos (no meu trabalho) e que nunca me dei ao trabalho de ler, por um sentido de obrigação profissional decidi ler, não dei o meu tempo por perdido mas não voltarei a eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Para 2012 tenho um objectivo de ler 50 livros, ver ainda menos televisão, ver mais teatro, filmes (em casa, o cinema está estupidamente caro) e estar mais com os amigos.... Começando já este Domingo no primeiríssimo encontro do À volta das letras. Às 10h30 no Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga, temos muito para pôr em dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Se decidirem participar, relembro o À volta das Letras está sempre de &quot;braços&quot; abertos para receber qualquer pessoa que gosta de ler, de livros, de conversar, de viver com muita e boa energia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Um bom ano cheio de boas leituras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maio - José Saramago&lt;br /&gt;
Junho - Virginia Woolf&lt;br /&gt;
Julho - Eça de Queirós&lt;br /&gt;
Agosto - Julio Verne&lt;br /&gt;
Setembro - Fiódor Dostoiévski&lt;br /&gt;
Outubro - Marguerite Yourcenar&lt;br /&gt;
Novembro - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;
Dezembro - Charles Dickens &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Para quem gosta do Dan Brown vai gostar deste livro de certeza, a receita é a mesma, um mistério à volta do Vaticano, uma sociedade secreta, um herói e a mulher linda e corajosa, os bandidos, muitos tiros e perseguições. Quanto a mim, estou um bocado farta desta receita por isso não posso dizer que gostei do livro, mas como Daniel Silva tem tantos livros publicados não vou &quot;desistir&quot; dele para já, mais tarde vou voltar a lê-lo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Boas leituras!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2365587608713480110/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/29536221/2365587608713480110?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/2365587608713480110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/2365587608713480110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-confessor-de-daniel-silva.html' title='O confessor de Daniel Silva'/><author><name>Totoia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712690988751655755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnus_eMxu8hRHaBr3by6ajQ6Ce7J9fpxXKyeNyHpD2Em4mM-PPDbxxUZvUo88UGubLS41sIvrkaLI3NuFnNpVpVKZYkXhTqFKmcXzVgO2IJRMNhUfh8Hfny3lCtQEzR4/s149/153576952_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgytKn6_nXBd1IutG8IBGK0lA3lyxTBXFxAZlKNFhQtpbpK_DekI5-m7fbfTNPTud-kJfQkNa7UN9siliteKLiVhku7Cb0sXMoFPaKPPF2Oy2wFdMBBqP-B1x3TFkwryTQbLp2i/s72-c/Daniel+Silva%252C+O+Confessor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29536221.post-696426587363776188</id><published>2011-03-22T22:27:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:27:17.264+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O confessor de Daniel Silva"/><title type='text'>A ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlOLXaPm9jafaKBBT00zIVIfMPtHjEXZDPqEYvpEzW2-fpPXq-i13iMNkmKLsXQTTOX0La_F1JMd8oE9ky5If9uYGSnrgWAqM-nVK9ZKJzfe3XtZcHu5FIcOBzxrgC8_yTiaN/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%252BTordo%252B-%252BHotel%252BMem%25C3%25B3ria.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlOLXaPm9jafaKBBT00zIVIfMPtHjEXZDPqEYvpEzW2-fpPXq-i13iMNkmKLsXQTTOX0La_F1JMd8oE9ky5If9uYGSnrgWAqM-nVK9ZKJzfe3XtZcHu5FIcOBzxrgC8_yTiaN/s1600/Jo%25C3%25A3o%252BTordo%252B-%252BHotel%252BMem%25C3%25B3ria.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Com a cidade de Nova Iorque como pano de fundo, João Tordo conta a história de um fadista português que desapareceu na multidão da grande cidade. O personagem principal e Daniel da Silva (o fadista) vão &quot;encontrar-se&quot; no Hotel Memória após&amp;nbsp; um acontecimento que vai mudar o rumo da vida do jovem estudante universitário que se apaixona por uma estranha e misteriosa rapariga.Apaixonante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Por diversas vezes me lembrei de Paul Auster ao ler este livro, o mesmo já me tinha acontecido no romance as Três Vidas também deste autor, talvez seja o facto de tanto um autor como outro usarem a cidade de Nova York como se fosse uma personagem, ou pelos personagens masculinos serem sempre complexos. Há sem dúvida algumas semelhanças. Pode-se dizer que lê Paul Auster também João Tordo e vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Boas leituras!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5942270336200223217/comments/default' title='Enviar feedback'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/29536221/5942270336200223217?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/5942270336200223217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29536221/posts/default/5942270336200223217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avoltadasletras.blogspot.com/2011/03/hotel-memoria-de-joao-tordo.html' title='Hotel Memória de João Tordo'/><author><name>Totoia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06712690988751655755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnus_eMxu8hRHaBr3by6ajQ6Ce7J9fpxXKyeNyHpD2Em4mM-PPDbxxUZvUo88UGubLS41sIvrkaLI3NuFnNpVpVKZYkXhTqFKmcXzVgO2IJRMNhUfh8Hfny3lCtQEzR4/s149/153576952_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlOLXaPm9jafaKBBT00zIVIfMPtHjEXZDPqEYvpEzW2-fpPXq-i13iMNkmKLsXQTTOX0La_F1JMd8oE9ky5If9uYGSnrgWAqM-nVK9ZKJzfe3XtZcHu5FIcOBzxrgC8_yTiaN/s72-c/Jo%25C3%25A3o%252BTordo%252B-%252BHotel%252BMem%25C3%25B3ria.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29536221.post-3543695196115248047</id><published>2011-03-13T19:00:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:00:27.595+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desafio Refúgio dos Livros e Uma biblioteca Aberta"/><title type='text'>Pirandello, o Nobel em Fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Escolhi este autor porque vi algumas peças escritas por ele em 2008 (certo dancing kid?) e fiquei fascinada com ele, especialmente depois de ter visto Esta noite improvisa-se no D. Maria e ao contrário do que costuma acontecer com os filmes, gostei muito mais de ver a peça do que a ler. Tudo bem que é teatro e as indicações do autor para os cenários e movimentações dos autores não ajudam à leitura mas ainda assim esperava outra coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sigo para o &lt;a href=&quot;http://refugio-dos-livros.blogspot.com/2011/01/desafio-literario-2011.html&quot;&gt;desafio de Março&lt;/a&gt;, um autor que nunca tenha lido, o escolhido foi Daniel Silva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Boas leituras! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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