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57% (13 sur 23)
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I would like very much to tell you about me, but I don't know who I am. I have awakened from a thirty-year coma to find that someone else has been living my life. I breathe better now, I dream in colour; my hands are stronger, but rougher. I find that I am judgmental and insecure; I make insulting jokes at the expense of others only to find that I later regret it. I have no confidence - all … Lire la suiteI would like very much to tell you about me, but I don't know who I am. I have awakened from a thirty-year coma to find that someone else has been living my life. I breathe better now, I dream in colour; my hands are stronger, but rougher. I find that I am judgmental and insecure; I make insulting jokes at the expense of others only to find that I later regret it.
I have no confidence - all of that went away when I realized that what I have is illusion. You own nothing that the earth or time will not take from you. The person you love, who promised herself to you, who is as close as your outstretched hand, could be gone the next time you get up to go to the bathroom.
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Classement de l'évaluateur: 6,725 - Total des votes utiles : 13 sur 23
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What a joke! This book was obviously rushed into print to capitalize on the Dan Brown phenomenon, but it is nothing more than a recap of the research presented by Brown - much of which is questionable. Martin Lunn claims to be an historian, but he falls into the same traps as many of the "historians" on which Dan Brown relied for his own research, making wild leaps of logic and mortaring historical gaps with assumption and preconception. For Brown, this was fine; he was writing fiction. But Lumm claims to be telling the "truth" - a truth no one can possibly know after two centuries of obfuscation. So what Lumm ACTUALLY does is recount Dan Brown's research without… Lire la suite
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As a longtime fan of Christopher Hyde's, I was disappointed to find this entry tedious and plodding. I was bored by one of the main protagonists, Jane Todd, girl reporter, and only moderately interested in her Irish detective counterpart, Thomas Barry. The hunt for John Bone, super-assassin, who has been hired to kill the King and Queen of England on the cusp of the US's entry into World War II, was not enough to hold my interest. Bone was not sifficiently evil to raise suspense. The subplot concerning a ranking IRA member was tedious and Bertie and Elizabeth, the victims, were portrayed awfully enough that one wished for Bone to succeed. Especially disappointing was witnessing… Lire la suite
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This was the first book I ever read by Christopher Hyde and it's still one of my favorites, even though the horror envisioned by Hyde in the 1980's has been far overshadowed by the reality of the 21st century. Years before he start making a living producing comfortable espionage thrillers, Hyde produced quirky novels about botched train robberies and giant waves washing entire cities away. He wandered the Stephen King trail with an End-of-the-World plague and this, Crestwood Heights, a techno-paranoia novel par excellence. Kelly Rhine inherits her uncle's home in the new town of Crestwood Heights, situated in rural North Carolina, where the future is now, Big Brother is watching and… Lire la suite
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