অটোমোবাইল ইঞ্জিনিয়ারিং আদিঅন্ত(হার্ডকভার) পিডিএফ ডাউনলোড করুন

ivannivanovv

I liked it, but honestly not as much as I thought I would. I LIKED Rochester, I LIKED Jane, I LIKED Thornfield - but not as much I LOVED, say, Sydney Carton, Christine, or Notre Dame of other classics (A Tale of Two Cities, The Phantom of the Opera, and The Hunchback of Notre Dame respectively). All of those stories were written by men (Dickens, Leroux, and Hugo). Even my other favorite classics, Dracula and The Mystery of Edwin Drood, were written by men. I hate to say it, but between this and my dreadful attempt to get into Pride and Prejudice, it's starting to look like my tastes really don't match with the 19th century female writer scene. Oh, and that disastrous shot at Wuthering Heights just confirms it. I'm not quite sure what to make of this analysis yet, but that seems to be the case. Anyway, Jane Eyre was good, and I appreciated it, but quite simply the style didn't suit me. I tend to feel that writers like Charlotte Bronte are very melodramatic, in a more annoying way than writers such as Dickens and Leroux. Hugo is a different bucket of fish, so I won't go there. Also, what with the surge of it in YA fiction of late, I'm growing less and less enchanted with first-person narrative. I know, I know, Jane Eyre was written hundreds of years before all that - but go ahead and call me uncultured, because the way Jane Eyre was written reminds me irresistibly of modern day YA lit. Make of that what you will.

2022-10-26 05:35