The Great Gatsby por F. Scott Fitzgerald.
If tu saw the movie, believe me tu need to read it for a real experience.
If tu haven't read it, make sure tu do before your time comes. If tu have, then tu know why I think it's the single greatest novel I've ever read. The symbolism and the colorful descripción Fitzgerald employs are like the writings of God..no joke.
For example:
"The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life." (pg 20)
"The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cóctel, coctel music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minuto por minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change más swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there were wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and más stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light. (pg. 21)
That's just the small taste, tu guys really got to read this. And if you're a raging romantic like me, this is definitely a novel for you. It's an oddly tragic spin on a lifestyle that seems to be anything but tragic, beautifully written and always good every time tu read it.
If tu don't like really frothy romantic stuff, though, tu can still enjoy the excellent escritura and the interesting plot dynamic. :)
Btw, I suffer from a raging crush on Carey Mulligan after seeing the film XD....
;) Read it!
If tu saw the movie, believe me tu need to read it for a real experience.
If tu haven't read it, make sure tu do before your time comes. If tu have, then tu know why I think it's the single greatest novel I've ever read. The symbolism and the colorful descripción Fitzgerald employs are like the writings of God..no joke.
For example:
"The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life." (pg 20)
"The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cóctel, coctel music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minuto por minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change más swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there were wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and más stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light. (pg. 21)
That's just the small taste, tu guys really got to read this. And if you're a raging romantic like me, this is definitely a novel for you. It's an oddly tragic spin on a lifestyle that seems to be anything but tragic, beautifully written and always good every time tu read it.
If tu don't like really frothy romantic stuff, though, tu can still enjoy the excellent escritura and the interesting plot dynamic. :)
Btw, I suffer from a raging crush on Carey Mulligan after seeing the film XD....
;) Read it!
Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the muro and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the muro and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
The Man With No Eyes Collection (2): User
It works fast like a drug, when it’s shot through my veins,
And it lights up my fire, when it reaches my brains,
Irresistible tickle, in the depths of my chest,
I dissolve into ashes, and forget all the rest.
If tu make my corazón dance, I will dance in your hand,
Give me my one desire, I’ll be at your command,
Constant rushes of sugar, swirling colores and light,
There’ll be no troubled sleep, for this body tonight.
This one is short and sweet, sung from the perspective of someone who's willingly being taken advantage of, as long as he gets what he wants. Hence the double meaning of the título "User," which could refer to to an addict, o someone literally "using" another person for their own gain.
It works fast like a drug, when it’s shot through my veins,
And it lights up my fire, when it reaches my brains,
Irresistible tickle, in the depths of my chest,
I dissolve into ashes, and forget all the rest.
If tu make my corazón dance, I will dance in your hand,
Give me my one desire, I’ll be at your command,
Constant rushes of sugar, swirling colores and light,
There’ll be no troubled sleep, for this body tonight.
This one is short and sweet, sung from the perspective of someone who's willingly being taken advantage of, as long as he gets what he wants. Hence the double meaning of the título "User," which could refer to to an addict, o someone literally "using" another person for their own gain.
My brain is nowhere, my eyes are hungry,
Devouring the warm naranja sky.
It slides down my throat like soup, and pools into my soul.
I skip mindlessly over the hay, with bits of straw kicked up in my stride,
Like a destructive beast, only unknowing.
My dance is like the leaves.
Red- my pace quickens into a mad, hot dash.
Orange- my footsteps slow into a rhythmic tango.
Yellow- I swirl lazily, as if lovestruck.
The colores of fire, burning at different tempos.
The colores of emotion, striking the corazón under the skin.
The colores of death, leaving with a few last powerful words.
Fall, without regret, having lived your best life,
And dance toward the sunset with high spirits!
Devouring the warm naranja sky.
It slides down my throat like soup, and pools into my soul.
I skip mindlessly over the hay, with bits of straw kicked up in my stride,
Like a destructive beast, only unknowing.
My dance is like the leaves.
Red- my pace quickens into a mad, hot dash.
Orange- my footsteps slow into a rhythmic tango.
Yellow- I swirl lazily, as if lovestruck.
The colores of fire, burning at different tempos.
The colores of emotion, striking the corazón under the skin.
The colores of death, leaving with a few last powerful words.
Fall, without regret, having lived your best life,
And dance toward the sunset with high spirits!
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the día we are discarded and replaced with new editions o perhaps the siguiente technology once lectura becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions o hear our voices saying things we never dicho until the students are lulled to sleep por the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the día we are discarded and replaced with new editions o perhaps the siguiente technology once lectura becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions o hear our voices saying things we never dicho until the students are lulled to sleep por the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
In the darkness,
No one is here for me.
I feel lonely,
And my feet tremble.
The grads have gone,
Some my closest friends...
Remember the times that we had?
We let them slip por when things got bad.
Remember the times...
When we shared a sno-cone
When we cried together
When we laughed together
When we jumped in the pool
All in unison.
It's funny how I feel so much
But I cannot say a word.
I will remember you.
tu will always be in my heart.
tu have dado me so many memories
To last.
tu are a handprint on my heart.
It cannot be erased.
tu motivate me.
tu are what I can do today.
tu are an amazing person.
tu are what I am today.
All that I am today is because of you.
tu will never leave my heart,
Even if tu do leave me in life.
No one is here for me.
I feel lonely,
And my feet tremble.
The grads have gone,
Some my closest friends...
Remember the times that we had?
We let them slip por when things got bad.
Remember the times...
When we shared a sno-cone
When we cried together
When we laughed together
When we jumped in the pool
All in unison.
It's funny how I feel so much
But I cannot say a word.
I will remember you.
tu will always be in my heart.
tu have dado me so many memories
To last.
tu are a handprint on my heart.
It cannot be erased.
tu motivate me.
tu are what I can do today.
tu are an amazing person.
tu are what I am today.
All that I am today is because of you.
tu will never leave my heart,
Even if tu do leave me in life.
Idea #1
A group of friends try to hide their biggest secret. A secret that could send them to jail r worse the electric chair. They kill, kidnap, and trick those who try to find out the secret. No one should know the truth about them.
Idea #2
The parents of five friends share a similar secret. These parents will not tell their daughters o even admit to them that there is a secret. When the girls find their parents old yearbook, their conspiracies about their parents begin.
Idea #3
After receive death threats, three best friends are forced to mover out of the state. When trouble continues at their new home, the boys are angry so they figure out the reason for the threats.
A group of friends try to hide their biggest secret. A secret that could send them to jail r worse the electric chair. They kill, kidnap, and trick those who try to find out the secret. No one should know the truth about them.
Idea #2
The parents of five friends share a similar secret. These parents will not tell their daughters o even admit to them that there is a secret. When the girls find their parents old yearbook, their conspiracies about their parents begin.
Idea #3
After receive death threats, three best friends are forced to mover out of the state. When trouble continues at their new home, the boys are angry so they figure out the reason for the threats.