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7.29.2016 i know i’m late, but here’s my what i read in june 2016 post! i’m leaving links to all of the books on amazon if anyone’s interested 

Space Chronicles: Facing the Ultimate Frontier by Neil deGrasse Tyson 

Pretty Honest by Sali Hughes 

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein  

Theodore Boone: Kid Lawyer by John Grisham  

The Devil and Sherlock Holmes by David Grann  

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz 

Red Rising by Pierce Brown  

1984 by George Orwell 

my goodreads is www.goodreads.com/hollland for anyone who wants to follow me or see my ratings for these books :)

I was tagged by the coke-zero lover @sansastarvk thanks, love <3 

Book tag rules: In a text, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Doesn’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 people, including me, so I’ll see your list. 

1.) The Joséphine Bonaparte Trilogy - Sandra Gulland 
2.) Carry On - Rainbow Rowell 
3.) Aristotle And Dante Discover The Secrets Of The Universe - Benjamin Alire Sáenz 
4.) The Song Of Achilles - Madeline Miller 
5.) All The Bright Places - Jennifer Niven 
6.) Hamlet - William Shakespeare 
7.) The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins
8.) 1984 - George Orwell 
9.) The Percy Jackson/Heroes Of Olympus Series - Rick Riordan 
10.) Danny, The Champion Of The World - Roald Dahl 
(These are in no way in any order, but are just books that I’ve grown up with or have recently discovered in the last year. These books have changed me and helped me grow into the person that I am today). 

I tag: @pastel-nerdykawa @simonsnoe @hhaaannaaahh and any of my mutuals who’d like to do this!! Seriously, I need new people to tag!! 

ayylamp  asked:

How do you write a hook?

The opening line of your story is one of the most important - this is what makes the reader decide whether or not they’re going to carry on reading. Better make it a good one.

Start with something shocking

Begin your story by making the reader do a double take. Something that will make them audibly go “wait, what?” This gets your reader interested in your story as they know this is no ordinary novel. Here are some examples:

  • It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, 1984 
  • It was the day my grandmother exploded. —Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road
  • I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. —Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle
  • A screaming comes across the sky. —Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

Start with something vague, but interesting

Obviously, you’re not going to give the story away within the first couple of lines. This is your opportunity to invite the reader into the world of madness you’ve created in your head. Your chance to whisper “like the sound of this? read more… mwhaha.” Examples:

  • This is the saddest story I have ever heard. —Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier 
  • Mother died today. —Albert Camus, The Stranger 
  • All this happened, more or less. —Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
  • There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. —C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Start with something character revealing

Your story is going to be narrated or told from the perspective of your main character. What better way to get our first impression from the very first line?

  • Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita 
  • I am a sick man … I am a spiteful man. —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground 
  • For a long time, I went to bed early. —Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way
  • In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live - did live, from habit that became instinct - in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized."  .. (George Orwell, ‘1984′)

Gerçekler, ne yaparsanız yapın, gizlenemezdi. Araştırıp kovuşturarak ortaya çıkarılabilir, işkence yaparak sizden sökülüp alınabilirdi. Ama amacınız hayatta kalmak değil de insan kalmaksa, sonuçta ne fark ederdi ki? Duygularınızı değiştirmeleri olanaksızdı; siz kendiniz bile değiştiremezdiniz duygularınızı, isteseniz bile. Yaptığınız, söylediğiniz ya da düşündüğünüz her şeyi en küçük ayrıntısına kadar açığa çıkarabilirlerdi; ama nasıl işlediğini sizin bile bilmediğiniz, yüreğinizin içi, sırrını korurdu.


George Orwell / 1984

Hem bilmek hem de bilmemek, bir yandan ustaca uydurulmuş yalanlar söylerken bir yandan da tüm gerçeğin ayırdında olmak, çeliştiklerini bilerek ve her ikisine de inanarak birbirini çürüten iki görüşü aynı anda savunmak; mantığa karşı mantık kullanmak, ahlaka sahip çıktığını söylerken ahlakı yadsımak, hem demokrasinin olanaksızlığına hem de parti'nin demokrasinin koruyucusu olduğuna inanmak; unutulması gerekeni unutmak, gerekli olur olmaz yeniden anımsamak, sonra birden yeniden unutuvermek: en önemlisi de, aynı işlemi işlemin kendisine de uygulamak…
—  George Orwell, 1984
1984 by george orwell

1984 BY GEORGE ORWELL

had this on my bookshelf for a while, decided to start reading it last week, don’t remember where i got it from though, possibly a charity shop

what’s stayed with me the longest since reading this book is the third part of the torture process in room 101 (where your worst fears are realized) & o'brien brings a cage of hungry rats and lowers it down/towards winston’s face — and the torture doesn’t stop until winston says not me, do it to julia, don’t do it to me, julia, not me

and that the torture would stop after winston admits that he values himself most/isn’t selfless and would put the interests/survival of himself above the person he loves most, that’s still something i’m thinking about — that breaking down of loyalty/relations to anyone other than yourself is what the Party wants to achieve — i feel like that’s frightening too, that at the point where you’re confronted and overwhelmed by the things you’re most afraid of you might forsake the person you care about most

earlier:
‘We may be together for another six months—a year—there’s no knowing. At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be? When once they get hold of us there will be nothing, literally nothing, that either of us can do for the other. If I confess, they’ll shoot you, and if I refuse to confess, they’ll shoot you just the same. Nothing that I can do or say, or stop myself from saying, will put off your death for as much as five minutes. Neither of us will even know whether the other is alive or dead. We shall be utterly without power of any kind. The one thing that matters is that we shouldn’t betray one another, although even that can’t make the slightest difference.’

‘If you mean confessing,’ she said, ‘we shall do that, right enough. Everybody always confesses. You can’t help it. They torture you.’

‘I don’t mean confessing. Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter: only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you—that would be the real betrayal.’

She thought it over. ‘They can’t do that,’ she said finally. ‘It’s the one thing they can’t do. They can make you say anything—anything—but they can’t make you believe it. They can’t get inside you.’

‘No,’ he said a little more hopefully, ‘no; that’s quite true. They can’t get inside you. If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them.’

and:

‘I betrayed you,’ she said baldly.
'I betrayed you,’ he said. 
She gave him another quick look of dislike.

'Sometimes,’ she said, 'they threaten you with something – something you can’t stand up to, can’t even think about. And then you say, “Don’t do it to me, do it to somebody else, do it to So-and-so.” And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just said it to make them stop and didn’t really mean it. But that isn’t true. At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there’s no other way of saving yourself, and you’re quite ready to save yourself that way. You want it to happen to the other person. You don’t give a damn what they suffer. All you care about is yourself.’

'All you care about is yourself,’ he echoed.

'And after that, you don’t feel the same towards the other person any longer.’

'No,’ he said, 'you don’t feel the same.’

also that the state might possess the absolute power to crush your sense of self / everything you thought you knew and believed in 

'they can’t get inside you,’ she had said. but they could get inside you. 'what happens to you here is for ever’ o'brien had said. that was a true word. there were things, your own acts, from which you could not recover. something was killed in your breast: burnt out, cauterized out.

i dreamt about doublethink last night or a night ago i think

a lot of the parts of this book i liked best were the parts after winston met julia / descriptive mostly / going to type out the parts i underlined 

“there were times when the fact of impending death seemed as palpable as the bed they lay on, and they would cling together with a sort of despairing sensuality, like a damned soul grasping at his last morsel of pleasure when the clock is within five minutes of striking. but there were also times when they had the illusion not only of safety but of permanence.”

and 

“spinning out of a present that had no future seemed an unconquerable justice, just as one’s lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available”

#ldrquotes

“But she only questioned the teachings of the Party when they in some way touched upon her own life. Often she was ready to accept the official mythology, simply because the difference between truth and falsehood did not seem important to her.”

this quote was interesting because i’ve felt this way, or felt like i only was interested in things that seemed to have a personal relation to my life and had no interest otherwise / i feel like it’s an incongruence within my beliefs that i have yet to fully understand/analyze (although one can always claim that relevance is individually defined) / i don’t think though, it’s because the difference between what’s true and false does not seem important to me / but i feel like a lot of the time discussions revolve around things that are false & false, or that it makes no difference to my life, if one or the other is proven to be true

 julia is interesting to me as a foil because she at first seems to be a possible co-conspirator for winston’s desire to instigate reform or revolution but turns out to have a shallow understanding of what it means to rebel; it also seems like (?) the only rules she is interested in breaking are those that regard sex — also this was funny

“if he persisted in talking of such subjects, she had a disconcerting habit of falling asleep”

 i really liked when winston talked about the value of primitive emotions/what you have left to hold onto / how emotions are most important

 and yet she had possessed a kind of nobility, a kind of purity, simply because the standards that she obeyed were private ones. Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside

&

The terrible thing that the Party had done was to persuade you that mere impulses, mere feelings, were of no account, while at the same time robbing you of all power over the material world. When once you were in the grip of the Party, what you felt or did not feel, what you did or refrained from doing, made literally no difference. Whatever happened you vanished, and neither you nor your actions were ever heard of again. You were lifted clean out of the stream of history. And yet to the people of only two generations ago this would not have seemed all-important, because they were not attempting to alter history. They were governed by private loyalties which they did not question. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. 

could probably spend a lot more time thinking about this but i have to get back to work

finished: 7th august 2013

Has anyone read these books?

I’m going for the theme tragedy for english genre study in school and I need one more book. Has anyone read any of these? / would you recommend them?

  • Night by Elie Wiesel
  • The Road by Cormac McCarthy
  • 1984 by George Orwell
  • Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy
  • The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-four (books by this author) was published on this date in 1949. Nineteen Eighty-four begins with the famous line: “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” Orwell wrote most of the novel on the island of Jura in the Scottish Hebrides; grieving the loss of his wife and overwhelmed with all the demands on his time that arose from the success of Animal Farm (1945), he retreated there with his son. The weather was bad, and so he stayed inside and wrote. He kept on with the book even as he became more and more ill with tuberculosis. He died in 1950, less than a year after the book was published.