Yamauchi Sakura zna kada će umrijeti — ali odbija do tada prestati živjeti. Spletom okolnosti, samozatajni kolega iz razreda otkriva njezinu tajnu i postaje dio njezina svijeta…
Naslov me isprva odbio, ali predivna naslovnica me privukla. Znam, površno za nekoga tko toliko čita i zna da se knjige ne sude po koricama — ali neću se praviti da je bilo drugačije.
Japanska književnost za mene je posebna. Trileri su brutalni, a contemporary fiction često balansira između dosadnog i utješnog. Ili me oduševe, ili me ostave ravnodušnom. Mislim da puno ovisi i o trenutku i raspoloženju u kojem ih čitam.
A ova knjiga? Poput prve ljubavi. Zbunjujuća, lijepa, tužna i utješna. Kao kiša i dekica u kojoj se izgubite na par sati.
Nisam plakala, ali me emocionalno dotaknula. Duhovitost glavne junakinje ublažila je bol koju bi mi inače prouzročila. Svidjeli su mi se likovi i njihov put. I mislim da je autor sjajno dočarao atmosferu i emocije.
Dogodi se ponekad da knjiga bude „ok“ — ni dobra, ni loša, ne povežem se odmah, ali me ne odbija. A onda me niotkuda pogodi s par rečenica koje me podsjete zašto je važno ne odustajati i od takvih knjiga. Drago mi je da sam ovoj knjizi dala priliku.
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“Either of us could die tomorrow. That goes the same for you and just as much for me. Everyday is worth the same as any other. What I did or didn’t do today doesn’t change it’s worth. Today I had fun.”
I Want to Eat Your Pancreas – Yoru Sumino
Yamauchi Sakura knows when she will die — but refuses to stop living until then. Through a series of circumstances, a self-deprecating classmate discovers her secret and becomes part of her world…
The title initially put me off, but the beautiful cover drew me in. I know, superficial for someone who reads so much and knows that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover — but I won’t pretend otherwise.
I think the Japanese literature is unique. Thrillers are brutal, and contemporary fiction often balances between boring and comforting. I’m either enchanted or indifferent. I think a lot depends on the moment and mood in which I read them.
And this book? It’s just like first love. Confusing, beautiful, sad and comforting. Like rain and a blanket in which you lose yourself for a few hours.
I didn’t cry, but it did make me emotional. The main character’s humour softened the pain it would have otherwise caused me. I liked the characters and their journey. And I think the author did a great job of capturing the atmosphere and emotions.
Sometimes a book is “okay” — neither good nor bad, I don’t connect with it right away, but it doesn’t put me off. And then sometimes out of nowhere it hits me with a few sentences that remind me why it’s important not to give up on such books. I’m glad I gave this book a chance.
