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I wonder if Jordan Peterson asks his fellow mates, “How are you?” or if it goes something like, “In the intricate tapestry of your current existence, how do the various threads of your emotional, physical, and mental well-being interweave to create the unique mosaic that is your present state of being?”
There's some good content in this book, but, for the most part, there is a considerable amount of unnecessary information.
part 2, whatever this shit was so far, doesn't even come remotely close to part 1, the first 11 volumes, it's so hilarious at this point, it's a curse, they always screw these mangas, wished it just ended at part 1 completely. Although there's hope, current last 10 chapters (not this volume) 170-179 have been at the same level as part 1, THERE'S HOPE!
This short novella perfectly captures the feeling of loneliness, and particularly unrequited love. It's a beautiful narrative from a dreamer's diary that's easier to read than Dostoevsky's other works. The characters are so vivid and human that I wondered, “How was this written in 1848?” They felt like people from today, and the dialogue was spot on.
The main character in this story, a dreamer, as he refers to himself, is so engrossed in his fantasies that he's lost contact with reality, and therefore even the tiniest incidents in real life create a big impression on him. He daydreams to the point of conversing with non-living objects such as windows, streets, and his entire city. Although despite all this, he is very intelligent in many aspects and aware of how self-destructive all of this is, yet he cannot stop it. Until he does so, at least temporarily, for a girl he met recently.
“And now I know more than ever that I have squandered all my best years! I realize that now ... Now, as I sit next to you and talk with you, I feel positively terrified of the future, because in that future loneliness lurks once more, again that musty, pointless existence.”
“God in heaven! A whole moment of bliss! Is that not sufficient even for a man's entire life?”
I loved this set of volumes the most thus far. The character work, particularly with Hiriluk, is truly impressive. Reading OP is such a cozy feeling, man, it's insane. The vibe is simply immaculate.
“When do you think people die? When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol? No. When they are ravaged by an incurable disease? No. When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom!? No! It's when... they are forgotten.”
This book is very provocative towards my innate panster nature. That means change is forthcoming. I'm not particularly fond of that since I usually am allergic to change. 4.5/5
9.5/10 ⭐
I began watching the show a long time ago when it first aired, and I've rewatched it multiple times before the shithole that was season 8 came out. I'd say it's fortunate for Season 8 to have been released, as otherwise, I would have found myself rewatching the show yearly, which would have been time-consuming. Thankfully, the end is always there, taming my urges. In the initial seasons, the show was superb, and now I understand why. They adhered almost perfectly to the book, and this book is just... INCREDIBLE. I postponed my life for 2 days because I couldn't stop reading it. The writing was excellent, striking a balance between clarity and poeticism. And the cast of characters - it's hard to find characters more human, with such depth.
R.I.P to my man Ned Stark. I knew it was coming and my heart breaks each time I experience this honorable fool's death. Now I experienced it in the books too. Just as shocking. Too good for this world.