Books by Milena Agus
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review 1: In her debut novel, Agus follows the fortunes of a Sardinian woman whose adventures begin as WWII comes to an end; the unnamed narrator is her granddaughter who is about to be married. The woman had suitors, but with no firm proposals by 30, she was forced into a marriage to a wi...
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review 1: wow wow wow!!! sorry i haven't written anything resembling a review in so long but i've just been reading SUPER GOOD books lately & i don't know what to say about them, this one especially leaves me a little speechless. i think an important conceit that i haven't seen acknowledge...
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review 1: I liked this book even though I didn't entirely buy that the narrator would have known the details she did about her grandmother, but perhaps that is the point. The narrator is not just a narrator but a writer (who has the gift of invention and filling in the gaps) who is connect...
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review 1: La narratrice raconte la vie de sa grand-m?re paternelle en Sardaigne au milieu du XXe si?cle. C?est un r?cit touchant et ?mouvant qui d?voile tout l?amour que porte la narratrice ? celle qui l?a en grande partie ?lev?e. La grand-m?re s?est mari?e tardivement et par raison. Elle ...
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review 1: mal di pietre come mal d'amore e come male di vivere. o forse semplicemente la ricerca dell'amore e della vita. �� delicato, semplice e leggero; profuma di gelsomino e di caprifoglio e parla di legami, di sogni, di vita. c'�� un passo che mi �� piaciuto particolarmente, verso la ...
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review 1: Somehow simultaneously unbelievably boring and entirely erratic. I fell in love with this "The third, known as Countess Ricotta ‘because she’s clumsy — she’s got ricotta hands — and because everything about the real world hurts her weak heart, which is also made of ricotta’" and ...
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review 1: gli manca qualcosa per essere bello come mal di pietre. non i paesaggi, quelli aspri e incantati della sardegna, non i profumi, forti e delicati, non i colori, accecanti e improvvisi, non gli stati d'animo, sempre sfaccettati e intensi. forse manca qualcosa nella struttura del ro...