I was six years old the first time I disappeared.

(aus: Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts, 2005)

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Margaret Atwood, Good Bones

Die Synopsis reizte mich, weil das Buch so kurz ist, keine Handlung, nur Gedankenspielereien und Betrachtungen, und die allesamt witzig, bissig, nachdenklich stimmend und immer höchst unterhaltsam. Besonders "Adventure Story", über die Reise der Spermien, mein persönlicher Favorit und nicht zuletzt, weil hier die Helden geschlechtsmäßig gleich aufgestellt sind:

(You may think I'm talking about male bonding, or war, but no: half of these are female, and they swim and help and sacrifice their lives in the same way as the rest.)
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though even stupid women are not so stupid as they pretend: they pretend for love.
Men love them because they make even stupid men feel smart: women for the same reason,
and because they are reminded of all the stupid things they have done themselves,
but mostly because without them there would be no stories.
No stories! No stories! Imagine a world without stories!
But that's exactly what you would have, if all the women were wise.

aus: Margaret Atwood, Good Bones, 1992

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Hans Fallada, Hoppelpoppel wo bist du? und andere Kindergeschichten

Dieser Tage trudelte endlich das kleine braune Reclamheft ein (wie lange hab ich so eines nicht mehr in der Hand gehabt?) und die lang vermißte Titelgeschichte erfüllte meine Erwartungen noch um einiges. Und auch die anderen Geschichten wie 'Die verlorenen Grünfinken, 'Häusliches Zwischenspiel' und 'Lüttenweihnachten' sind einfach nur schön.

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Stephen King, Outsider

Hach, Holly Gibney ist wieder da! Ich hatte gehofft, dass King diesen faszinierenden Charakter aus der Finders Keepers Trilogie nicht drangibt und ihr Erscheinen in der Mitte des neuen Bandes freute mich richtig. Auch ohne sie wäre die Story um ein legendäres Gestaltwandlermonster gewohnt gut gewesen, aber mit ihr wird sie vollkommen.

genauer: in Manderscheid, zwei Tage über das lange Pfingstwochenende.

Dort mussten natürlich die schönen Burgen wieder besichtigt und mit vielen Fotos gewürdigt werden.

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Trotz eines halben Tag Regen reichte es für eine Wanderung
auf dem Lieserpfad

und an der malerischen Kyll

bis zum Mosenberg.

Die Raupe war ein Glücksfall - kaum zu glauben, dass aus einer so spektakulären Wesen mal ein so relativ unscheinbarer Brombeerfalter wird.

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Der Mosenberg, wo man die vulkanischen Überbleibsel mit am besten besichtigen kann, war sehr beeindruckend.

Und das Meerfelder Maar ist auch bei Regen wunderschön anzusehen

und dem Buchfink im Kurpark war der Regen eh egal.

Schön wars mal wieder. Wunderschön.

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Jodi Picoult, Small Great Things

Wenn mir nicht der neue Stephen King dazwischen gekommen wäre, hätte ich wohl mittlerweile einen weiteren Band von Picoult durch. Nach drei Büchern, die mich alle begeisterten, kann ich mir kaum noch vorstellen, dass mir eins nicht gefällt. Auch dieses hier war wieder packend, anrührend und stimmte sehr nachdenklich. Und traurig, trotz des guten Endes. Es ist noch nicht vorbei mit der Diskriminierung und Benachteiligung. Und wird es noch sehr, sehr lange nicht sein.

How often do you remind yourself how lucky you are that you own your house, because you were able to build up equity through generations in a way families of color can't? How often do you open your mouth at work and think how awesome it is that no one's thinking you're speaking for everyone with the same skin color you have? How hard it is for you to find a greeting card for your baby's birthday with a picture of a child that has the same color skin as her? How many times have you seen a painting of Jesus that looks like you?
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I tell them this: the part of the brain, physiologically, that allows us to blame everything on people we do not really know is the same part of the brain that allows us to have compassion for strangers. Yes, the Nazis made the Jews the scapegoats, to the point of near extinction. But that same bit of tissue in the mind is what led others to send money and supplies and relief, even when they were half a world away.
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(Aus der Author's note)
I knew that I wanted to write from the point of view of a Black nurse, a skinhead father, and a public defender - a woman who, like me, and like many of my readers, was a well-intentioned white lady who would never consider herself to be racist. Suddenly I knew that I could, and would, finish this novel. Unlike my first, aborted foray, I wasn't writing it to tell people of color what their own lives were like. I was writing to my own community - white people - who can very easily point to a neo-Nazi skinhead and say he's a racist… but who can't recognize racism in themselves.
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Just as racism creates disadvantages for people of color that make success harder to achieve, it also gives advantages to white people that make success easier to achieve. It's hard to see those advantages, much less own up to them. And that, I realized, was why I had to write this book. When it comes to social justice, the role of the white ally is not to be savior or a fixer. Instead, the role of the ally is to find other white people and talk to make them see that many of the benefits they've enjoyed in life are direct results of the fact that someone else did not have the same benefits.

(Jodi Picoult, Small Great Things, 2015)

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Jodi Picoult, Leaving Time

Noch so ein Buch, das mich einfach nicht losließ. Ganz abgesehen von dem Killer Twist (Jodi Picoults eigene Worte) am Ende, der The Sixth Sense noch einiges draufsetzt, ist der ganze Handlungsstrang mit den Elefanten einfach nur faszinierend - das ganze geballte Wissen und wie sie so nahtlos in dieses ungewöhnliche Familiendrama oder besser -Krimi eingefügt werden. So wünsche ich mir Bücher. Und die angehängte Kurzgeschichte 'Larger than Life', die ich jetzt nicht separat listen wollte, rundete das Buch noch einmal ganz besonders ab.
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The only supernatural power at work here is the ability of the average person to find meaning in random details. We are a race that sees the Virgin Mary in the cut stump of a tree, that can find God in the twist of a rainbow, that hears Paulisdead when a Beatles song is played backward. The same intricate human mind that makes sense of the nonsensical is the human mind that can believe a fake psychic.
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I wonder if, as you get older, you stop missing people so fiercely. Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you've got, instead of what you don't.
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He shrugged. "I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room - but eventually, you learn to live with it."
Somehow, I thought, elephants had taken it a step further. They didn't grimace every time they entered the room and saw that couch. They said, Remember how many good memories we had here? And they sat, for just a little while, before moving elsewhere.
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She sighs. "Desmond and Lucinda, my spirit guides, said all the universe wants from us is two things: Don't do any intentional harm to yourself or anyone else, and get happy. They told me humans make it more complicated than it needs to be. I thought for sure they were feeding me a line. I mean, there's got to be more to it than that. But if there is, I guess I'm not supposed to know it yet."
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I could click on these links all day long. And by the time I was done, there would be hundreds more. There are an endless number of people who have left a love-shaped hole in the heart of someone else. Eventually someone brave and stupid will come along and try to fill that hole. But it never works, and so instead, that selfless soul winds up with a gap in his heart too. And so on. It's a miracle that anyone survives, when so much of us is missing.

(Jodi Picoult, Leaving Time, 2014)