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The Well of Lost Plots

Saturday ~ May 5th, 2007 22:49 by ionuca Posted in 2007,Books in English,Le-aş reciti oricând!

Thursday Next:

tot nu a reusit sa-l aduca inapoi pe Landen

a devenit agent JurisFiction si a fost aleasa ca Bellman. Yey!!!

mereu reuseste sa iasa cu bine din toate situatiile

Citate:

‘Well,’ I sighed, trying to get my head around this idea, ‘I had always thought novels were just, well, written.’
‘Write is only the word we use to describe the recording proccess,’replied Snell as we walked along. ‘The Well of Lost Plots is where we interface the writer’s imagination with the characters and plots so that it will make sense in the reader’s mind. After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head, or the colours of the sky during the setting sun, or the smell of a warm summer’s breeze on their face, they should reserve as much praise for themselves as they do for the wirter – perhaps more.’

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Miss Havisham was a bit like a strict parent, your worst teacher and a newly appointed South American dictator all rolled in one.

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‘Hang on,’I said. ‘What if we come in again but instead of us both walking up the stairs you start at the top, meet me coming up and explain what you have just found out. We jump straight from there to chapter eight and… you’re looking at me a bit oddly.’
‘Mary – ‘
‘Thursday.’
‘Thursday. That would make chapter seven only a paragraph long!’
‘Better than nothing.’
‘It won’t work.’
‘Vonnegut does it all the time.’

Asta a fost special pentru luciat
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‘But Lola, have you met anyone who you really liked, someone with whom you’d like to spend more exclusive time?’
‘You mean – a boyfriend?’
‘Yes.’
‘I don’t think I’m written that way, Thurs. But you know, sometimes, just afterwards, you know, when there is that really nice moment and I’m in his big strong arms and feeling sleepy and warm and contented, I can feel there is something that I need juts outside my grasp – something I want but can’t have.’
‘You mean love?’
‘No – a Mercedes.’
She wasn’t joking.

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