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the Julie & Julia project

Imagine
A new project. Well, in fact I don't know how much of a project this is. It's not going to be so strict; it's not going to have a fix number of book reviews, nor a deadline.
Though this summers is going to be extremely colourful (two weddings, a possible job - still working on it! -, pupils, at least two trips) I plan to read. As much as I can. And I plan to write a few lines about the books that I manage to read. That's the J&J project: transforming complex and delicious dishes into intricate and wonderful reading adventures.



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To begin with, have you read Concert din muzica de Bach by Hortensia Papadat Bengescu? I bet you did. To be honest, when I started to read HPB I had some prejudices about her and her work. I didn't read this book to like it or not, but to see if the comparison between HPB and Virginia Woolf is fair and adequate.
Before reading it I believed that the backbone of the…

Happiness, once more

this is it: happiness. i have reached the final frontier. no more sadness, no more fights, no more tears...

this is it: happiness. at least until bad things happen again.

maraton woolfian

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pentru ca maratonul woolfian, cum l-am denumit, mi-a ocupat ultimele saptamini si mi-am neglijat astfel blogul, prietenii, cartile si catelul, postez o bucatica de drum din marele, obositorul, dar minunatul maraton W:

I have chosen Virginia Woolf – or she has chosen me – because I have reached Ithaca. I have felt her; I have seen all the different colours and shades; I have heard every sound, every whisper. I have had my vision, I have lived genuine moments of being.
My Ithaca is not your Ithaca. The road is different for everyone who dares to embark on this long and tiring journey. And that is the beauty of Woolf’s novel, of literature: the diversity of interpretations, the numerous crooked roads, rather than a neat and simple experience.

“’Now’, said Bernard, ‘let us explore.’”






It all began with a vision, a dream, an image and the word, the need to communicate, to express, to interpret the mere sensations, feelings. It all emerged from finding a voice, transgressing human e…