Fifty Shades of Grey; PERSONAL review


violence makes me hornyOk after I put the title, I wrote a paragraph something sensible about this book, then I had to delete it and start all over again. You know what… It is not working. As you may guess I was quite judgmental when I started to this book, but there was a small hope that I could still find some small literature in it to enjoy at least to get my money back in some aspects. Because I saw so many example in the past that I loved some books and find amusing things in it despite from other people’s bitching and banging.

Many people would wish to beat other people’s opinion deep down inside and argue against all those voices sometimes. However this time I am joining to the crowded team and want to scream “HOW COME SOMEONE ENJOY TO HAVE SEX THIS MUCH AND IN THIS LEVEL??!!”. Continue reading


Fifty Shades of Gray about to be read


fifty shades of gray coverLast week I went this stand-up show in Roppongi. They call themselves Tokyo Comedy Club. Although, the place was very hidden thus I missed the first half an hour of the show when I was trying to find the place, the rest of the show was hilarious.

There was one guy especially made me laugh really hard. At one point I could not find my breath and had to choke, thankfully my friend was sitting next to me and was better shape then I was, saved my life with a sharp elbow action on my back.

Anyway, at one point this guy was making fun of a book named “Fifty shades of Gray”. I did not read the book but knew the concept somehow. Hey who would not be interested with sexual content books.

But better part of the story is (what guy was also highlighting) this book read by woman(something like 9 out of 10) than men. he was saying in London Metro you can bump into middle aged woman reading this book and sweating pretty bad and can not dare to get off from the train. Of course today when I went to the book store, I could not stop myself buying this book when I saw it on the self. It’s not that I need extra sexual concept book to push my fantasies. It was simply curiosity… I swear :/

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A Poem from Nazim Hikmet 2: On Living

Nâzım Hikmet

Nâzım Hikmet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On Living


Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example–
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
your back to the wall,
or else in a laboratory
in your white coat and safety glasses,
you can die for people–
even for people whose faces you’ve never seen,
even though you know living
is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you’ll plant olive trees–
and not for your children, either,
but because although you fear death you don’t believe it,
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A Poem from Nazim Hikmet : Hiroshima Child


Türkçe: (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hiroshima Child

I come and stand at every door
But none can hear my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead

I’m only seven though I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I’m seven now as I was then
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Book review: My name is Memory by Ann Brashares

My Name is memory book coverI have gained my momentum to read books. It is not even comparable with good old times but I am happy so far. Recently I have finished reading “My name is Memory” by Ann Brashares who is the author of the sisterhood of the travelling pants.

Before I have start this review I should tell my next 10 minutes after I have finished the last page of the book.(ATTENTION THIS PART CAN BE A LITTLE BIT SPOILER BUT IT IS COMPLETE RESULT OF AN EMOTIONAL EXPLOSION).

I sat on the couch and could not move for about half an hour when I finished the book. It was because that I could not decide whether I should appreciate first 367 pages of the book or curse and swear to the last 2 pages that I have just read. I look at the price tag of the book. Did not really made sense or made me feel guilty since it was in Japanese yen. However I scroll through in my mind that how much effort I had to put to find this book and believe me finding an English book in Tokyo can be really really(!) quite pain in the butty. Continue reading

A Humble Review about “The Help”

The help book movie poster

Recently I have finished reading Kathryn Stockett’s book “The help”. I should admit beginning was quite slow but by the time I was half way through it, I could not drop the book off my hands. About November, I have watched its movie when I visited my friend back in Sri Lanka. Although I did not want to go at all, it was a “I have to do this trip” situation. Considering the fact that I have lived in there for two years, I cannot say there are many warm memories in my mind.

I always prefer books over the movies. if I read a book and watch it afterwards mainly I am disappointed. Somehow they manage to take out all the best parts or simply skip them. The characters are not completely what you pictured in your mind. The scenes are poor sometimes exaggerated. Beside few exceptions every time when I have that disappointment, I am promising myself not to watch a movie that I have read its book. However I can say The Help’s movie was one of those exceptions. I like the movie as well as the book but still go with “book” so I can loose myself in the sweet details, deep messages and full of imagination. Continue reading

I think I am in love with Murakami

Kafka on the shoreHave I ever mentioned that I love reading books. I used to be a book pig, read tons of books during the long summer school holidays instead of chasing(well literally waiting) boys and try to get one summer love and tell the story with full pride to the friends.

No, my side was actually quite boring. Not that I find it boring bu seems like no one was interested with my love with Balzac, Victor Hugo, Charlotte Bronte, Paulo Coelho stories. So I stop telling them or try to share my passione with other people. Instead whenever I finish a book, I lied down on a comfortable couch, while holding the recently finished book tight on my chest, I felt the chocolate ice cream taste. Thought about the characters in the book and try to imagine what happened to them after I finish reading the last page.

I loved the feeling of nothingness but the story while I read the book. Isolated from everything else, being trapped in the pages.Drilling curiosity about the next page or next chapter almost insanely painful not to be able to read for a while.
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