书籍 Olive, Again的封面

Olive, Again

Elizabeth Strout

出版社

Random House

出版时间

2019-10-15

ISBN

9780812996548

评分

★★★★★
书籍介绍

#1 New York Times bestselling author and Pulitzer Prize winner Elizabeth Strout continues the life of her beloved Olive Kitteridge, a character who has captured the imaginations of millions of readers. Prickly, wry, resistant to change yet ruthlessly honest and deeply empathetic, Olive Kitteridge is “a compelling life force” (San Francisco Chronicle). The New Yorker has said that Elizabeth Strout “animates the ordinary with an astonishing force,” and she has never done so more clearly than in these pages, where the iconic Olive struggles to understand not only herself and her own life but the lives of those around her in the town of Crosby, Maine. Whether with a teenager coming to terms with the loss of her father, a young woman about to give birth during a hilariously inopportune moment, a nurse who confesses a secret high school crush, or a lawyer who struggles with an inheritance she does not want to accept, the unforgettable Olive will continue to startle us, to move us, and to inspire moments of transcendent grace.

Elizabeth Strout is the author of several novels, including: Abide with Me, a national bestseller and BookSense pick, and Amy and Isabelle, which won the Los Angeles Times Art Seidenbaum Award for First Fiction and the Chicago Tribune Heartland Prize, and was a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award and the Orange Prize in England. In 2009 she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for he...

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目录
1.1 "Arrested"
1.2 "Labor"
1.3 "Cleaning"
1.4 "Motherless Child"
1.5 "Helped"

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用户评论
the retrospective sorrow and vulnerability of old age. She did not have a clue who she had been.
啊我好爱这个老太太 看完两本我才恍然大悟 她唯一的标准就是honest
I do not have a clue who I have been. Truthfully, I do not understand a thing.
很喜欢这一本,个人觉得比上一部要好看。中间部分很emo,尤其是The Poet那一部分看得让我心如刀割,一度以为这种致郁风会持续到结尾,但结局Olive和Isabelle的相处却透露出淡淡的温馨(?)。或许是Olive终于释怀了,她能坦诚地接受自己,坦诚地面对死亡,正如文中结尾所写的:I do not have a clue who I have been. Truthfully, I do not understand a thing.
Aging, loneliness, death, and small moments of kindness.
模仿Jack发送How’s it GOING???? 并不意外地进入了垃圾箱
a bit more contrived than the first book
花了一个上午的时间重新读了一遍。和之前几次的感受很不一样,读完反而释然了。“it was herself, she realized, that did not please her”, “But it was too late to be thinking that—”好像我和olive一起过了一生,现在我也明白偶尔应该抬起头看看天空,偶尔也应该回过头看看过去了。