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Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell Habemus cartaceo! :DDThis book is PERFECTION**Fatto random prima della recensione: L'autrice si chiama Rainbow . Come si fa a non amarla già solo per questo?! Come? Come? Ecco, non si può. La si ama e basta!****Fatto random prima della recensione #2: Sul kindle ho sottolineato praticamente metà libro.. Le citazioni sono ben visibili in appositi riquadri.. Ad un certo punto ho dovuto smettere di inserirle nella recensione e sono tutte in fondo :DD**Questo libro è la perfezione.Lo amo, lo venero e sento la necessità di possederlo cartaceo seduta stante.. Avere l'ebook non è sufficiente, ho bisogno di sfogliarlo e leggere pagine a caso.. Mi sono innamorata perdutamente, ecco la verità!Non avevo minimamente previsto che avrebbe potuto piacermi così tanto e così intensamente.. Io ho scelto di leggerlo perché la copertina è carinissima e il titolo.. Beh, credo rispecchi -per un terzo, un quarto, a metà, totalmente, verso l'infinito e oltre, decidete voi!!- la condizione di noi lettrici, estimatrici di film, serie tv e via discorrendo.Tutti noi abbiamo degli amori un po' fetish per saghe, personaggi maschili che ci fanno arrostire gli ormoni e attori semplicemente 'sbav'.. E sicuramente tutti noi almeno una volta abbiamo immaginato uno svolgimento diverso nelle trame..Ecco, questo libro siamo noi. Questo libro è lo specchio in cui ci riflettiamo, un libro che parla di noi.. Volevo assolutamente leggerlo, mi ha attratto a sé come pochi libri riescono a fare!!Scrivere questa recensione si sta rivelando più difficile del previsto perché ho finito il libro da tre giorni ma mi manca il coraggio di applicarmi e riportare nero su bianco quanto possa essermi piaciuto.. L'ho scritta e riscritta mille volte, ho guardato lo schermo con occhi vitrei (e nel frattempo mi sono sparata due/tre puntate di "Dieci cose che odio di te".. :D) e ancora penso di star banalizzando il tutto e di non riuscire a trasmette quanto sono andata in fissa :DDDel caso trovaste le mie parole banali, tenete comunque a mente che è entrato di prepotenza nella top five dei miei preferiti :3La cosa che più ho amato sono stati i personaggi. Tutti, dal primo all'ultimo sono tratteggiati in modo perfetto, sono umani per davvero e non ho mai avuto la sensazione opprimente che a volte si fa strada in me di personaggi troppo perfetti per essere veri.. Levi e Cath sono così vivi, così pieni di difetti, così imperfetti che li ho sentiti vicini a me, REALI. A costo di essere ripetitiva - perché l'ho già detto nella recensione di "Eyes ever to the sky" - io amo i personaggi figoni che mi fanno sbavare e che sono al top.. Ma mi piace anche avere persone normali con le mie stesse paure, le mie stesse ansie e debolezze.. E magari qualche difettuccio:She and Wren were both bottom heavy—Cath liked to wear shirts and sweaters that she could pull down over her hipsEd è proprio quello che ho trovato in questo libro.. In particolar modo con Cath. Io la amo profondamente, forse perché mi è sembrato - in molti casi e se non si tiene conto che io non solo non so scrivere fanfiction, ma probabilmente non saprei nemmeno descrivere in modo decente la mia giornata tipo - che si stesse parlando di me. Cath ha una sorella gemella, Wren, ma a differenza sua non vuole conoscere nuova gente, non vuole gettarsi con entusiasmo nella nuova vita rappresentata dal college con tutti i cambiamenti che essa comporta ma vorrebbe continuare la sua tranquilla esistenza a fianco (o sarebbe meglio dire all'ombra?) della sorella e scrivere insieme fanfiction sulla serie di Simon Snow (E qui ci ritorno!!). Odia le novità, odia l'idea di dover andare a mensa e scegliere il tavolo, tanto per dirne una; sta bene nella sua stanza..She finished getting ready with plenty of time to eat breakfast but didn’t feel up to braving the dining hall; she didn’t know where it was, or how it worked.… In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can’t google.) Like, where does the line start? What food can you take? Where are you supposed to stand, then where are you supposed to sit? Where do you go when you’re done, why is everyone watching you?… Bah. Cath broke open a box of protein bars. She had four more boxes and three giant jars of peanut butter shoved under her bed. If she paced herself, she might not have to face the dining hall until October.It’s not just that.… I don’t like new places. New situations. There’ll be all those people, and I won’t know where to sit—I don’t want to go.”Cath wasn’t trying to make new friends here. In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)“No,” Cath said, “seriously. Look at you. You’ve got your shit together, you’re not scared of anything. I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. Like maybe you think I’m a little crazy, but I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I’m a complete disaster.” Reagan rolled her eyes again. Cath made a mental note to stop rolling her eyes at people.She didn’t want to go to Levi’s party. Even though she liked him, she didn’t like parties. And she didn’t want the first time she saw him after what had happened to be at a party. With party people. With any people.By the time they got to the door, Cath’s stomach had realized what was happening. It twisted painfully, and she could feel her breath coming and going too soon. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Boy. Party. Strangers. Beer. Strangers. Party. Boy. Eye contact.Eccomi. Sono io!! E' la mia later-ego libresca!Ebbene sì. Sono una persona asociale, odio i posti affollati, le novità e i cambiamenti mi terrorizzano e -beh sì - mi mandano fuori di testa.. Per non parlare dell'idea di una festa con sconosciuti: magari poi mi diverto un casino, ma il prima.. Il prima è traumatico.It was different being with him now. Different even from a few hours ago. Fun. Cath didn’t feel like her real self was buried under eight layers of fear and diagnosable anxiety.Quindi man mano che proseguivo nella lettura, mi sono sempre più identificata in Cath, l'ho sentita vicinissima e non ho potuto fare a meno di amarla *_*Poi vabbé, il fatto che lei sia una lettrice e scrittrice, non poteva che giocare a suo favore.. Sì, ho un debole per i personaggi nerd e lettori. I lettori in un libro sono il top, c'è poco da fare!“Did you get lost in the library?” “No.” “I always get lost in the library,” he said, “no matter how many times I go. In fact, I think I get lost there more, the more that I go. Like it’s getting to know me and revealing new passages.” “You spend a lot of time in the library?” “I do, actually.”Come non parlare poi di Levi! Levi è.. Levi è tutto ciò che una persona potrebbe desiderare, è meraviglioso! La cosa che ti colpisce come una valanga è come lui sorrida sempre. Sempre e comunque, fino a diventare contagioso.. Mi ha messo addosso un allegria incredibile! All'inizio ho preso la cosa con diffidenza perché immaginavo tutto un altro sviluppo di trama che grazie al Signore non c'è stata, ma poi mi sono ritrovata ad aspettare con ansia ogni suo sorriso.. Che tenerezza ♥ e che dolcezza!!! ♥Levi’s smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too.Lui è un amore poi: il suo prendersi cura di Cath, il suo modo di amarla e l'accontentarsi anche di stare vicino a lei quando Cath non si sente pronta per lasciarsi andare.. Mi ha quasi commosso, giuro!And then she called Levi. He answered right away. “Cath?” “Hey, Levi. Um, how are you?” “Fine. I’m just … working.” “Do you usually answer your phone at work?” “No.” “Oh. Well, um, later when you get off, is there any chance you could drive me to Omaha? I know it’s a big hassle, and I’ll give you gas money. It’s just, sort of, a family emergency.” “I’ll come get you now. Give me fifteen.” “No. Levi, it can wait, if you’re at work.” “Is it a family emergency?” “Yeah,” she said quietly. “See you in fifteen.”“Are you too worried about your dad to talk about why you’re mad at me?” His mouth was full. “It’s not important,” she muttered. “It is to me.” He swallowed. “You leave the room every time I walk in.” Cath didn’t say anything, so he kept talking.… “Is it because of what happened?”“What do we have in common?” “We like each other,” he said. “What more is there? Also, compared to the rest of the world, we have everything in common. If aliens came down to earth, they probably wouldn’t even be able to tell us apart.”“I’ve told you. It’s just too much … your house. Your room. We’ll walk in, and all that will be in there is a bed. And I’ll throw up from nerves.” “And desire?” “Mostly nerves,” she said. “Why is this such a big deal? All your room has in it is a bed.” “Two beds,” she said, “and two desks. And the constant threat of my roommate walking in.” “Which is why we should go to my house. Nobody will ever walk in on us.” “That’s what makes me nervous.” Levi hmmmed. Like he was thinking. “What if I promise not to touch you?” Cath laughed. “Now I have zero incentive to come.” “What if I promise to let you touch me first?” “Are you kidding? I’m the untrustworthy person in this relationship. I’m all hands.” “I’ve seen no evidence of that, Cather.” “In my head, I’m all hands.” “I want to live in your head.” If you knew that I wasn’t pushing for that, if that wasn’t even on the horizon, do you think you could relax and just … let me touch you?” “What kind of touching?” she asked. “Do you want me to show you on a doll?” Cath laughed. “Touching,” he said. “I want to touch you. Hold you. I want to sit right next to you, even when there are other options.” She took a deep breath. She felt like she owed it to him to keep talking. To at least reciprocate this conversation. “I want to touch you, too.”E non importa che lui non sia Mr Muscolo o Brad Pitt.. Viene addirittura descritto come un po' stempiato, ma il mio amore per lui non ha mai vacillato.. Avrebbe potuto essere Gollum per quanto mi riguarda!!“I didn’t know you had a mother,” he said. “Or a sister. What else are you hiding?” “Five cousins,” Wren said. “And a string of ill-fated hamsters, all named Simon.”“Don’t send me a link. I’m not much of an Internet person.” Cath felt her eyes get big. She was about to take a sip of her coffee, but stopped. “How do you not like the Internet? That’s like saying, ‘I don’t like things that are convenient. And easy. I don’t like having access to all of mankind’s recorded discoveries at my fingertips. I don’t like light. And knowledge.’” “I like knowledge,” he said. “You’re not a book person. And now you’re not an Internet person? What does that leave you?” Levi laughed. “Life. Work. Class. The great outdoors. Other people.” “Other people,” Cath repeated, shaking her head and taking a sip. “There are other people on the Internet. It’s awesome. You get all the benefits of ‘other people’ without the body odor and the eye contact.”“Crap, crap, crap. We’re locked out. I don’t have my keys.” “I got ya.” Levi grinned and pulled out his key ring. Her jaw dropped. “You have a key to our room?” “Reagan gave me her spare, for emergencies.” He unlocked the door and held it open for her. “Then why are you always sitting in the hall?” “That’s never an emergency.”Il loro amore è qualcosa di così dolce, morbido, puro.. E poi non è una storia lampo, anzi! Cath ha mille dubbi, mille paure e una totale inesperienza:But I don’t think I could actually be with someone like Levi. It would be like interspecies dating.” Reagan let her spoon drop sloppily into her cereal. “What’s wrong with Levi?” “Nothing,” Cath said. “He’s just … not like me.” “You mean, smart?” “Levi’s really smart,” Cath said defensively. “I know,” Reagan said, just as defensively. “He’s different,” Cath said. “He’s older. He smokes. And he drinks. And he’s probably had sex. I mean, he looks like he has.” Reagan raised her eyebrows like Cath was talking crazy. And Cath thought—not for the first time, but for the first time since last night—that Levi had probably had sex with Reagan. “And he likes to be outside,” Cath said, just to change the subject. “And he likes animals. We don’t have anything in common.” “He’s just a guy,” Reagan said. “Of course he’s different from you. You’re never going to find a guy who’s exactly like you—first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.…” “Guys like Levi don’t date girls like me.” “Again—the girl kind?” “Guys like Levi date girls like you.” “And what does that mean?” Reagan asked, tilting her head. “Normal,” Cath said. “Pretty.”At some point Levi had put his left arm around her and pulled her back against his chest—she’d been fidgeting and rubbing her back on the wall, and Levi just reached behind her and pulled her into him.I spent four months trying to kiss you and the last six weeks trying to figure out how I managed to fuck everything up. All I want now is to make it right, to make you see how sorry I am and why you should give me another chance. And I just want to know—are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?”“I miss you.” “That’s stupid,” she said. “I saw you this morning.” “It’s not the time,” Levi said, and she could hear that he was smiling. “It’s the distance.”“I like you here,” he said, squeezing her. “With me.” She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. “Cather…” Back up to his eyes. “You know that I’m falling in love with you, right?”“You’re beautiful,” she said. “That’s you.” “Don’t argue with me. You’re beautiful.”Una delle scene più dolci, tenere e forse anche romantiche di tutti i tempi è quando Cath legge per Levi, che ha problemi con i libri (tanto che studia ascoltando le registrazioni fatte in classe..).“How do you get through any of your classes?” Cath had hours of assigned reading, almost every single night. “Coping strategies.” “Such as?” “I record my lectures and listen to them later. Professors usually cover most of what’s on the test in class. And I find study groups.” “And you lean on Reagan—” “Not just Reagan.” He grinned. “I’m really good at quickly identifying the smartest girl in every class.” Cath frowned at him. “God, Levi, that’s so exploitive.” “How is it exploitive? I don’t make them wear miniskirts. I don’t call them ‘baby.’ I just say, ‘Hello, smart girl, would you like to talk to me about Great Expectations?” “They probably think you like them.” “I do like them.” “If it wasn’t exploitive, you’d harass smart boys, too—” “I do, in a pinch. Do you feel exploited, Cather?” He was still grinning at her over his coffee cup. “No,” she said, “I know that you don’t like me.” “You don’t know anything.”Ero lì con gli occhi a cuoricino e tanta voglia di uscire e abbracciare gli alberi, giuro!Reagan, la compagna di stanza di Cath, è mitologica. E' un personaggio secondario, ma vividissimo.. Mi ha fatto riderissimo con certe uscite!Inoltre, cosa rara di questi tempi, udite udite, non indossa una taglia 38, ma è comunque bellissima.“Are you on drugs?” “No.” “Maybe you should be..”“I feel sorry for you, and I’m going to be your friend.” “I don’t want to be your friend,” Cath said as sternly as she could. “I like that we’re not friends.” “Me, too,” Reagan said. “I’m sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic.”Reagan wore eyeliner all the way around her eyes. Like a hard-ass Kate Middleton. And even though she was bigger than most girls—big hips, big chest, wide shoulders—she carried herself like she was exactly the size everyone else wanted to be. And everyone else went along with it.“Get dressed,” Reagan said. “And don’t argue with me. I’m not playing this game with you.” “What game?” “You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out. So get dressed. We’re going bowling.”Reagan sat at the end of her own bed. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she said solemnly. “And I knew he liked you—he was here constantly. I just didn’t know that you liked him back.” “I thought he was here constantly because he was your boyfriend,” Cath said. “I didn’t want to like him back. I tried to be mean to him.” “I thought you were just mean,” Reagan said. “I liked that about you.”Fossi stata Cath, mi sarebbe piaciuto avere una compagna di stanza come lei.. Anche se con tutta probabilità all'inzio mi avrebbe spaventato a morte e fatto venire tremila complessi..Rainbow (aaaaw. Oddio, questo nome è meraviglioso! Amore amore amore!!) poi scrive in una maniera fantastica: ironico, dolce, delicato.. Quello che cercate in una brava autrice, Rainbow lo possiede!!Mi ha fatto sognare, mi ha appassionato tantissimo!!Onorevole di menzione è Simon Snow, ipotetica saga su cui Cath scrive fanfiction.. I richiami ad Harry Potter sono TANTISSIMI e intrecciati in modo mirabolante.. Mi ha divertito tantissimo!“Snow!” Baz shouted. A spell book sailed past Simon’s nose. “What are you thinking?” Simon asked, genuinely surprised. Flying books and curses were fair game in the hallways and classrooms and, well, everywhere else. But if Baz tried to hurt him inside their room—“The Roommate’s Anathema,” Simon said. “You’ll be expelled.” “Which is why I missed. I know the rules,” Baz muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Did you know, Snow, that if your roommate dies during the school year, they give you top marks, just out of sympathy?” “That’s a myth,” Simon said. “Lucky for you I’m already getting top marks.” Simon stopped pacing to really look at his roommate. Normally he liked to pretend that Baz wasn’t here. Normally, Baz wasn’t here. Unless he was spying or plotting, Baz hated to be in their room. He said it smelled like good intentions.Ogni volta che c'era una parte dedicata a Simon Snow, mi immaginavo Simon e Baz (suo acerrimo nemico!) come Harry e Draco..! E l'ossessione, l'amore e la passione di Cath per Simon Snow mi hanno tanto ricordato i miei stessi sentimenti per Harry:hey were just stories, but stories weren’t just anything. Simon wasn’t just.“You’ve read the books?” “I’ve seen the movies.” Cath rolled her eyes so hard, it hurt. (Actually.) (Maybe because she was still on the edge of tears. On the edge, period.) “So you haven’t read the books.” “I’m not really a book person.” “That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me.”Ovviamente la storia è un po' diversa, sennò si chiamerebbe plagio (:D), però trovo l'abbia ripresa in modo ottimale.. Insomma, Simon e Baz alla fine erano quasi dei personaggi al pari di Cath e Levi, non so se rendo! E mi è piaciuto tantissimo che la storia non fosse raccontata solo indirettamente ma che fossero presenti veri e propri "stralci" della serie (e relative fanfiction!!).Il tutto mi ha portato a riprendere in mano la serie di Harry Potter.. Ho sentito il bisogno quasi fisico di leggere a salti alcune pagine della Rowling ç_çContinua Qui

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