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almen

Hola , no se , estaba en casa pensando en el foro y se me ocurrio .
un lugar donde recomendas un libro que te guste, o para leer sobre los que recomiendan.
como yo no leo respetando autores, es decir, Riendo

no me leo varios libros de un mismo autor, (si me gusta si), y generealmente leo un libro por su nombre Idea

, empieso y recomiendo este:
La casa del Arbol de Humo, de Phyllis Whitney
medio rmoantico, y de suspenso
espero que .................(a los que le interese)lo disfruten Riendo

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Caballerodenarnia · Publicado: Lun Ago 28, 2006 4:40 pm **Asunto**:

no lo e escuchado, mas o menos de que trata?

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... Te amo con todo mi ser, pero a Dios lo amo con mas que mi ser. Estaria dispuesto a morir por ti amigo mio, sabes que te amo, que no hay persona que ame mas, te amo como a mi vida, pero a Dios lo amo mas que a mi vida

almen · Publicado: Dom Sep 03, 2006 4:07 pm **Asunto**:

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no lo e escuchado, mas o menos de que trata?
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es la historia de una actriz de cine Gira ojos

que se retiro sorpresivamente sin dar explicaciones, luego de rompercon su novio, tambien estrella de cine...........
una sobrina nieta Guiño

que esta escapando de su marido, para protejer a su hijo, va a parar a su casa ..................esta persona es la que saca a la luz , el porque de su retirada del mundo del cine.
espero que me allas entendido, jeje, a mi me gusto
no te cuento mas¡¡¡¡¡¡¡!! si tenes ganas de leerlo, si no te lo comento todo!!
un beso
almen Idea

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Nati · Publicado: Sab Sep 16, 2006 5:24 pm **Asunto**:

Alguien escucho hablar del libro :"El castillo ambulante" (Howl's moving castle) del cual Miyazaki hizo una peli hace unos cuaantos meses?

Si les interesa se los recomiendo, pero el problema es q por internet no lo encuentro, es verdad q hay lugares como Amazon q los tienen, pero mi papa no confia en esos sitios, asi q solo debo contentarme con leer el primer capitulo.

La autora del libro es DYANNE WYNNE JONES, y aqui les dejo el primer cap. ahi va (esta en ingles):

Chapter One
... in which Sophie talks to hats.

In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of
invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of
three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the
three of you set out to seek your fortunes.
Sophie Hatter was the eldest of three sisters. She was not even the child of a
poor woodcutter, which might have given her some chance of success. Her parents
were well to do and kept a ladies' hat shop in the prosperous town of Market
Chipping. True, her own mother died when Sophie was two years old and her sister
Lettie was one year old, and their father married his youngest shop assistant, a
pretty blonde girl named Fanny. Fanny shortly gave birth to the third sister,
Martha. This ought to have made Sophie and Lettie into Ugly Sisters, but in fact
all three girls grew up very pretty indeed, though Lettie was the one everyone
said was most beautiful. Fanny treated all three girls with the same kindness
and did not favor Martha in the least.
Mr. Hatter was proud of his three daughters, and sent them all to the best
school in town. Sophie was the most studious. She read a great deal, and very
soon realized how little chance she had of an interesting future. It was a
disappointment to her, but she was still happy enough, looking after her sisters
and grooming Martha to seek her fortune when the time came. Since Fanny was
always busy in the shop, Sophie was the one who looked after the younger two.
There was a certain amount of screaming and hair-pulling between those two,
Lettie was by no means resigned to being the one who, next to Sophie, was bound
to be the least successful.
"It's not fair!" Lettie would shout. "Why should Martha have the best of it just
because she was born the youngest? I shall marry a prince, so there!"
To which Martha always retorted that she would end up disgustingly rich without
having to marry anybody.
Then Sophie would have to drag them apart and mend their clothes. She was very
deft with her needle. As time went on, she made clothes for her sisters too.
There was one deep rose outfit she made for Lettie, the May Day before this
story really starts, which Fanny said looked as if it had come from the most
expensive shop in Kingsbury.
About this time everyone began talking about the Witch of the Waste again. It
was said the Witch had threatened the life of the King's daughter and that the
King had commanded his personal magician, Wizard Suliman, to go into the Waste
and deal with the Witch. And it seemed that Wizard Suliman had not only failed
to deal with the Witch: he had got himself killed by her.
So when, a few months after that, a tall black castle suddenly appeared on the
hills above Market Chipping, blowing clouds of black smoke from it four tall,
thin turrets, everybody was fairly sure that the Witch had moved out of the
Waste again and was about to terrorize the country the way she used to fifty
years ago. People got very scared indeed. Nobody went out alone, particularly at
night. What made it all the scarier was that the castle did not stay in the same
place. Sometimes it was a tall black smudge on the moors to the northwest,
sometimes it reared above the rocks to the east, and sometimes it came right
downhill to sit in the heather only just beyond the last farm to the north. You
could see it actually moving sometimes, with smoke pouring out from the turrets
in dirty gray gusts. For awhile everyone was certain that the castle would come
right down into the valley before long, and the Mayor talked of sending to the
King for help.
But the castle stayed roving about the hills, and it was learned that it did not
belong to the Witch but to Wizard Howl. Wizard Howl was bad enough. Though he
did not seem to want to leave the hills, he was known to amuse himself by
collecting young girls and sucking the souls from them. Or some people said he
ate their hearts. He was an utterly cold-blooded and heartless wizard and no
young girl was safe from him if he caught her on her own. Sophie, Lettie, and
Martha, along with all the other girls in Market Chipping, were warned never to
go out alone, which was a great annoyance to them. They wondered what use Wizard
Howl found for all the souls he collected.
They had other things on their minds before long, however, for Mr. Hatter died
suddenly just as Sophie was old enough to leave school for good. It then
appeared that Mr. Hatter had been altogether too proud of his daughters. The
school fees he had been paying had left the shop with quite heavy debts. When
the funeral was over, Fanny sat down in the parlor in the house next door to the
shop and explained the situation.
"You'll all have to leave that school, I'm afraid," she said. "I've been doing
sums back and front and sideways, and the only way I can see to keep the
business going and take care of the three of you is to see you all settled in a
promising apprenticeship somewhere. It isn't practical to have you all in the
shop. I can't afford it. So this is what I've decided. Lettie first-"
Lettie looked up, glowing with health and beauty which even sorrow and black
clothes could not hide. "I want to go on learning," she said.
"So you shall, love," said Fanny. "I've arranged for you to be apprenticed to
Cesari's, the pastry cook in Market Square. They've a name for treating their
learners like kings and queens, and you should be very happy there, as well as
learning a useful trade. Mrs. Cesari's a good customer and a good friend, and
she's agreed to squeeze you in as a favor."
Lettie laughed in the way that showed she was not at all pleased. "Well thank
you," she said. "Isn't it lucky I like cooking?"
Fanny looked relieved. Lettie could be awkwardly strong-minded at times. "Now
Martha," she said, "I know you're full young to go out to work, so I've thought
round for something that would give you a long, quiet apprenticeship and would
go on being useful to you whatever you decide to do after that. You know my old
school friend Annabel Fairfax?"
Martha, who was slender and fair, fixed her big gray eyes on Fanny almost as
strong-mindedly as Lettie. "You mean the one who one who talks such a lot," she
said. "Isn't she a witch?"
"Yes, with a lovely house and clients all over the Folding Valley," Fanny said
eagerly. "She's a good woman, Martha. She'll teach you all she knows and very
likely introduce you to grand people she knows in Kingsbury. You'll be all set
up in life when she's done with you."
"She's a nice lady," Martha conceded. "All right."
Sophie, listening, felt that Fanny had worked everything out just as it should
be. Lettie, as the second daughter, was never likely to come to much, so Fanny
had put her where she might meet a handsome young apprentice and live happily
ever after. Martha, who was bound to strike out and make her fortune, would have
witchcraft and rich friends to help her. As for Sophie herself, Sophie had no
doubt what was coming. It did not surprise her when Fanny said, "Now, Sophie
dear, it seems only right and just that you should inherit the hat shop when I
retire, being the eldest as you are. So I've decided to take you on as
apprentice myself, to give you a chance to learn the trade. How do you feel
about that?"
Sophie could hardly say that she simply felt resigned to the hat trade. She
thanked Fanny gratefully.
"So that's settled then!" Fanny said.
The next day Sophie helped Martha pack her clothes in a box, and the morning
after that they all saw her off on the carrier's cart, looking small and upright
and nervous. For the way to Upper Folding, where Mrs. Fairfax lived, lay over
the hill past Wizard Howl's moving castle. Martha was understandably scared.
"She'll be all right," said Lettie. Lettie refused all help with the packing.
When the carrier's cart was out of sight, Lettie crammed all her possessions
into a pillowcase and paid the neighbor's bootboy sixpence to wheel it in a
wheelbarrow to Cesari's in Market Square. Lettie marched behind the wheelbarrow
looking much more cheerful than Sophie expected. Indeed, she had the air of
shaking the dust of the hat shop off of her feet.
The bootboy brought back a scribbled note from Lettie, saying she had put her
things in the girls' dormitory and Cesari's seemed great fun. A week later the
carrier brought a letter from Martha to say that Martha had arrived safely and
that Mrs. Fairfax was "a great dear and uses honey with everything. She keeps
bees." That was all Sophie heard of her sisters for quite a while, because she
started her own apprenticeship the day Martha and Lettie left.
Sophie of course knew the hat trade quite well already. Since she was a tiny
child she had run in and out of the big workshed across the yard where the hats
were damped and molded on blocks and flowers and fruit and other trimmings were
made from wax and silk. She knew the people who worked there. Most of them had
been there when her father was a boy. She knew Bessie, the only remaining shop
assistant. She knew the customer who bought the hats and the man who drove the
cart which fetched raw straw hats in from the country to be shaped on the blocks
in the shed. She knew the other suppliers and how you made felt for winter hats.
There was not really much that Fanny could teach her, except perhaps the best
way to get a customer to buy a hat.
"You lead up to the right hat, love," Fanny said. "Show them the ones that won't
quite do first, so they know the difference as soon as they put the right one
on."
In fact, Sophie did not sell hats very much. After a day or so observing in the
workshed, and another day going round the clothier and the silk merchant's with
Fanny, Fanny set her to trimming hats. Sophie sat in a small alcove at the back
of the shop, sewing roses to bonnets and veiling to velours, lining all of them
with silk and arranging wax fruit and ribbons stylishly on the outsides. She was
good at it. She quite liked doing it. But she felt isolated and a little dull.
The workshop people were too old to be much fun, and besides, they treated her
as someone apart who was going to inherit the business someday. Bessie treated
her the same way. Bessie's only talk anyway was about the farmer she was going
to marry the week after May Day. Sophie rather envied Fanny, who could bustle
off to bargain with the silk merchant whenever she wanted.
The most interesting thing was the talk from the customers. Nobody can buy a hat
without gossiping. Sophie sat in her alcove and stitched and heard that the
mayor never would eat green vegetables, and that Wizard Howl's castle had moved
around to the cliffs again, really that man, whisper, whisper, whisper .... The
voices always dropped low when they talked of Wizard Howl, but Sophie gathered
that he'd had caught a girl down the valley last month. "Bluebeard!" said the
whispers, and then became voices again to say that Jane Farrier was a perfect
disgrace the way she did her hair. That was one who would never attract even
Wizard Howl, let alone a respectable man. Then there would be a fleeting,
fearful whisper about the Witch of the Waste. Sophie began to feel that Wizard
Howl and the Witch of the Waste should get together.
"They seem to be made for one another. Someone ought to arrange a match," she
remarked to the hat she was trimming at that moment.
But by the end of the month, the gossip in the shop was suddenly all about
Lettie. Cesari's, it seemed, was packed with gentlemen from morning to night,
each one buying quantities of cakes and demanding to be served by Lettie. She
had had ten proposals of marriage, ranging in quality from the mayor's son to
the lad who swept the streets, and she had refused them all, saying she was too
young to make up her mind yet.
"I call that sensible of her," Sophie said to a bonnet she was pleating silk
into.
Fanny was pleased with this news. "I knew she'd be all right!" she said happily.
It occurred to Sophie that Fanny was glad Lettie was no longer around.
"Lettie's bad for custom," she told the bonnet, pleating away at
mushroom-colored silk. "She would make even you look glamorous, you dowdy old
thing. Other ladies look at Lettie and despair."
Sophie talked to hats more and more as weeks went by. There was no one else much
to talk to. Fanny was out bargaining, or trying to whip up custom, much of the
day, and Bessie was busy serving and telling everyone her wedding plans. Sophie
got into the habit of putting each hat on its stand as she finished it, where it
sat looking almost like a head without a body, and pausing while she told the
hat what the body under it ought to be like. She flattered the hats a bit,
because you should flatter customers.
"You have mysterious allure," she told one that was all veiling with hidden
twinkles. To a wide, creamy hat with roses under the brim she said, "You are
going to have to marry money!" and to a caterpillar-green straw with a curly
green feather she said "You are as young as a spring leaf." She told pink
bonnets they had dimpled charm and smart hats trimmed with velvet that they were
witty. She told the mushroom-pleated bonnet, "You have a heart of gold and
someone in a high position will see it and fall in love with you." This was
because she was sorry for that particular bonnet. It looked so fussy and plain.
Jane Farrier came into the shop the next day and bought it. Her hair did look a
little strange, Sophie thought, peeping out of her alcove, as if Jane had wound
it round a row of pokers. It seemed a pity she had chosen that bonnet. But
everyone seemed to be buying hats and bonnets around then. Maybe it was Fanny's
sales talk or maybe it was spring coming on, but the hat trade was definitely
picking up. Fanny began to say, a little guiltily, "I think I shouldn't have
been in such a hurry to get Martha and Lettie placed out. At this rate we might
have managed."
There was so much custom as April drew on toward May Day that Sophie had to put
on a demure gray dress and help in the shop too. But such was the demand that
she was hard at trimming hats in between customers, and every evening she took
them next door to the house, where she worked by lamplight far into the night in
order to have hats too sell the next day. Caterpillar-green hats like the one
the mayor's wife had were much called for, and so were pink bonnets. Then, the
week before May Day, someone came in and asked for one with mushroom pleats like
the one Jane Farrier had been wearing when she ran off with the Count of
Catterack.
That night, as she sewed, Sophie admitted to herself that her life was rather
dull. Instead of talking to the hats, she tried each one on as she finished it
and looked in the mirror. This was a mistake. The staid gray dress did not suit
Sophie, particularly when her eyes were red-rimmed with sewing, and, since her
hair was a reddish straw color, neither did caterpillar green or pink. The one
with mushroom pleats simply made her look dreary. "Like an old maid!" said
Sophie. Not that she wanted to race off with counts, like Jane Farrier, or even
fancied half the town offering her marriage, like Lettie. But she wanted to do
something -- she was not sure what -- that had a bit more interest to it than
simply trimming hats. She thought she would find time next day to go and talk to
Lettie.
But she did not go. Either she could not find the time, or she could not find
the energy, or it seemed a great distance to Market Square, or she remembered
that on her own she was in danger from Wizard Howl -- anyway, every day it
seemed more difficult to go and see her sister. It was very odd. Sophie had
always thought she was nearly as strong-minded as Lettie. Now she was finding
that there were some things she could only do when there were no excuses left.
"This is absurd!" Sophie said. "Market Square is only two streets away. If I run
--" And she swore to herself she would go round to Cesari's when the hat shop
was closed for May Day.
Meanwhile a new piece of gossip came into the shop. The King had quarreled with
his own brother, Prince Justin, it was said, and the Prince had gone into exile.
Nobody quite knew the reason for the quarrel, but the Prince had actually come
through Market Chipping in disguise a couple of months back, and nobody had
known. The Count of Catterack had been sent by the King to look for the Prince
when he happened to meet Jane Farrier instead. Sophie listened and felt sad.
Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else. Still, it
would be nice to see Lettie.
May Day came. Merrymaking filled the streets from dawn onward. Fanny went out
early, but Sophie had a couple of hats to finish first. Sophie sang as she
worked. After all, Lettie was working too. Cesari's was open till midnight on
holidays. "I shall buy one of their cream cakes," Sophie decided. "I haven't had
one for ages." She watched people crowding past the window in all kinds of
bright clothes, people selling souvenirs, people walking on stilts, and felt
really excited.
But when she at last put a gray shawl over her gray dress and went out into the
street, Sophie did not feel excited. She felt overwhelmed. There were too many
people rushing past, laughing and shouting, far too much noise and jostling.
Sophie felt as if the past months of sitting and sewing had turned her into an
old woman or a semi-invalid. She gathered her shawl round her and crept along
close to the houses, trying to avoid being trodden on by people's best shoes or
being jabbed by elbows in trailing silk sleeves. When there came a sudden volley
of bangs from overhead somewhere, Sophie thought she was going to faint. She
looked up and saw Wizard Howl's castle right down on the hillside above the
town, so near it seemed to be sitting on the chimneys. Blue flames were shooting
out of all four of the castle's turrets, bringing balls of blue fire with them
that exploded high in the sky, quite horrendously. Wizard Howl seemed to be
offended by May Day. Or maybe he was trying to join in, in his own fashion.
Sophie was too terrified to care. She would have gone home, except that she was
halfway to Cesari's by then. So she ran.
"What made me think I wanted life to be interesting?" she asked as she ran. "I'd
be far too scared. It comes of being the eldest of three."
When she reached Market Square, it was worse, if possible. Most of the inns were
in the Square. Crowds of young men swaggered beerily to and fro, trailing cloaks
and long sleeves and stamping buckled boots they would never have dreamed of
wearing on a working day, calling loud remarks and accosting girls. The girls
strolled in fine pairs, ready to be accosted. It was perfectly normal for May
Day, but Sophie was scared of that too. And when a young man in a fantastical
blue-and-silver costume spotted Sophie and decided to accost her as well, Sophie
shrank into a shop doorway and tried to hide. The young man looked at her in
surprise. "It's all right, you little gray mouse," he said, laughing rather
pityingly. "I only want to buy you a drink. Don't look so scared."
The pitying look made Sophie utterly ashamed. He was such a dashing specimen
too, with a bony, sophisticated face-really quite old, well into his
twenties-and elaborate blonde hair. His sleeves trailed longer than any in the
Square, all scalloped edges and silver insets. "Oh, no thank you, if you please,
sir," Sophie stammered. "I-I'm on my way to see my sister."
"Then by all means do so," laughed this advanced young man. "Who am I to keep a
pretty lady from her sister? Would you like me to go with you, since you seem so
scared?"
He meant it kindly, which made Sophie more ashamed than ever. "No. No thank you,
sir!" she gasped and fled away past him. He wore perfume too. The smell of
hyacinths followed her as she ran. What a courtly person! Sophie thought, as she
pushed her way between the little tables outside Cesari's. T'he tables were
packed. Inside was packed and as noisy as the Square. Sophie located Lettie
among the line of assistants at the counter because of the group of evident
farmers' sons leaning their elbows on it to shout remarks to her. Lettie,
prettier than ever and perhaps a little thinner, was putting cakes into bags as
fast as she could go, giving each bag a deft little twist and looking back under
her own elbow with a smile and an answer for each bag she twisted. There was a
great deal of laughter. Sophie had to fight her way through to the counter.
Lettie saw her. She looked shaken for a moment. Then her eyes and her smile
widened and she shouted, "Sophie!"
"Can I talk to you?" Sophie yelled. "Somewhere," she shouted, a little
helplessly, as a large, well-dressed elbow jostled her back from the counter.
"Just a moment!" Lettie screamed back. She turned to the girl next to her and
whispered. The girl nodded, grinned, and came to take Lettie's place.
"You'll have to have me instead," she said to the crowd. "Who's next?"
"But I want to talk to you, Lettie!" one of the farmers’ sons yelled.
"Talk to Carrie," Lettie said. "I want to talk to my sister." Nobody really
seemed to mind. They jostled Sophie along to the end of the counter, where
Lettie held up a flap and beckoned, and told her not to keep Lettie all day.
When Sophie had edged through the flap, Lettie seized her wrist and dragged her
into the back of the shop, to a room surrounded by rack upon wooden rack, each
one filled with rows of cakes. Lettie pulled forward two stools. "Sit down," she
said. She looked in the nearest rack, in an absent- minded way, and handed
Sophie a cream cake out of it. "You may need this," she said.
Sophie sank onto the stool, breathing the rich smell of cake and feeling a
little tearful. "Oh, Lettie!" she said. "I am so glad to see you! "
"Yes, and I'm glad you're sitting down," said Lettie. "You see, I'm not Lettie.
I'm Martha."

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almen · Publicado: Sab Sep 16, 2006 7:08 pm **Asunto**:

m que lindo nombre...............
vere si en la biblio de aca lo tienen
beso y gracias!!!
por participar!!
:wink:almis

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Nati · Publicado: Sab Sep 16, 2006 7:13 pm **Asunto**:

yo lo quiero!!!! pero no esta por internet Llorando

y la mayoria de las paginas lo muestran en ingles, eso no es un obstaculo para mi, pero se ve q hay muy pocas editoriales q lo traducieron...

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Caballerodenarnia · Publicado: Sab Sep 16, 2006 9:42 pm **Asunto**:

XD, para mi si es una dificultad, me tardaria un rato traduciendolo, no soy rapido con el ingles

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almen · Publicado: Mie Oct 04, 2006 6:03 pm **Asunto**:

Yo les recomiendo que lean Todo Ma falda!!! aunque hay un lugar para escribir sobre ella (jeje) se los recomiendo por aca......... es un lbro copadisimo que se puede leer mil millones de veces!!
Gira ojos

beso !!
almis!!

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Edson caballero · Publicado: Lun Nov 20, 2006 10:20 pm **Asunto**:

yo kiero recomendar el libro de matando a un ruiseñor

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Edson caballero · Publicado: Lun Nov 20, 2006 10:22 pm **Asunto**:

se me olvido poner el de los cachorros

de mario vargas

es la onda de historia

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Jorge Raymundo Camarena · Publicado: Sab Feb 24, 2007 8:19 pm **Asunto**:

Yo quiero recomendar "El señor de las moscas", exelente libro que trata sobre la dificultad de la convivencia humana, y la lucha de poder entre lideres.

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Alhaja · Publicado: Dom Feb 25, 2007 3:12 pm **Asunto**:

Yo quiero recomendar "FINIS MUNDI" de Laura Gallego García.

Un joven Monje y una pareja de juglares deben reunir tres amuletos repartidos por toda europa antes del año mil e invocar al espíritu del tiempo e impedir el fin del Mundo.

Es un libro muy entretenido, me lo devoré en tres días, es muy ameno así que no es para complicarse, y al mismo tiempo es ideal para los que amamos la cultura e historias de la Edad Media... Gira ojos

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almen · Publicado: Jue Mar 01, 2007 4:38 pm **Asunto**:

este libro me lo presto beth, y quede realmente fascinada!!!
se llama Encantamiento
y esde Orson Scot Card.......
muchos besos
almis

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PollyPlummer · Publicado: Jue Mar 01, 2007 8:07 pm **Asunto**:

Estos son dos libros que casi nadie lee. Son preciosos, los dos. Uno de ellos es premio nobel.

La buena tierra
y
Viento del este, viento del oeste.

Los dos son de la misma autora: Pearl S. Buck.

Tratan de la vida en China a principios del siglo XX. El primero cuenta la lucha de un campesino chino que desea salir adelante, mejorar su situación económica y te lleva poco a poco a ver la forma que tiene la historia de repetirse, cómo lucha por su familia. Es preciosísimo.

Viento del este, viento del oeste es uno de mis favoritos: cuenta la historia de una niña china que se casa (compromiso desde pequeña) con un chico que sólo se casa por complacer a sus padres, que tiene una educación cien por ciento occidental que choca con la oriental.

Recomendados ampliamente, los dos.

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Saphira · Publicado: Sab Mar 03, 2007 12:36 am **Asunto**:

yo mucha experiencias en libros no tengo... pero les recomiendo a que lean Eragon!
muy beuno! Aplausos

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