The Golden Compass/ Northern Lights: His Dark Materials book recommendation and review / Ogled i preporuka knjige: Sjeverna svjetla/ Zlatni kompas
I made friends with one female duck this time. I gave her my cake (which was kind of hard because I'm such a sweet tooth), but she rewarded me for my gesture by spenting her time me. She even climbed onto the little island and got under my feet, like a cat. I have this thing about ducks. Well, birds in general. Actually, I have a thing about animals. I've always loved them and I probably always will. I guess I'm just an animal lovel. Speaking of animals, do you love polar bears? If you do and you happen to be an animal lover too, you might like this book I'm about to review. Recently it was made into a Hollywood movie, hence it is no longer known under its original name: Northern Lights.
Taj put sam se sprijateljila s jednom patkicom. Dala sam svoj kolač, što i nije lako jer volim slatko, ali me nagradila tako da je provela svoje vrijeme sa mnom. Čak se popela na mali otočić i uvukla mi se ispod nogu, kao da je mačka. Jako volim patke. Zapravo, sve ptice. Ili je bolje reći da jednostavno volim životinje? Koliko se sjećam uvijek su mi bile drage i vjerovatno će opet biti. Kad smo na temi životinja, volite li polarne medvjede? Ako jeste i ako volite i životinje, mogla bi vam se svidjeti ova knjiga o kojoj ću danas pričati. Nedavno je pretvorena u hollywood-ski film, pa više nije poznata po svom originalnom nazivu: Sjeverna svjetla.
Danas ću pisati o Sjevernim svjetlima, romanu Philipa Pullmana. Bolje je poznat pod imenom Zlatni kompas. Koliko znam pod tim je imenom objavljen u Sjevernoj Americi. Zanimljivo, uređaj u pitanju se zapravo ne naziva zlatnim kompasom u samom romanu i samo jednom ili dvaput ga uspoređuju s kompasom, a zapravo ima drugi naziv (koji je to pustiti ću vam da sami otkrijete). U ovome ogledu ću roman zvati Zlatni kompas jer je to već ušlo u upotrebu, ali i zbog toga jer nisam ni znala da je u originalu u Engleskoj izdan pod drugim imenom. Ovu sam knjigu, koju držim u ovoj objavi, posudila u Američkom kutku u Mostaru i to je jedini naslov za koji sam znala kada sam pisala o njoj. Kad smo kod toga, u ovome ogledu će biti manjih spoilera. Ne u stilu da ću vam reći točno što će se dogoditi ili otkriti kako će se zaplet razvijati, ali ću dati naslutiti neke stvari, tako ako ne želite znati ništa o ovoj knjizi, ako je želite čitati bez da imate pojma o ičemu, onda preskočite ovu recenziju. Ja sam pročitala svega par ogleda ove knjige i nijedan nije imao nikakve spoilere tako da mi je bilo baš zanimljivo sve sama otkrivati i par zaokreta u radnji me baš iznenadilo. Želite li i vi takvo iskustvo čitanja, slobodno preskočite ostatak teksta.
“You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you'll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. We bear their children, who are witches if they are female, human if not; and then in the blink of an eye they are gone, felled, slain, lost. Our sons, too. When a little boy is growing, he thinks he is immortal. His mother knows he isn't. Each time becomes more painful, until finally your heart is broken. Perhaps that is when Yambe-Akka comes for you. She is older than the tundra. Perhaps, for her, witches' lives are as brief as men's are to us.” ― Philip Pullman,
“There was an open gate a little way along, and Lyra could have followed him, bit she hung back unwillingly. Pantalaimon looked at her, and then became a badger. She knew what he was doing. Dæmons could move no more than a few yards from their humans, and if she stood by the fence and he remained a bird, he wouldn't get near the bear; so he was going to pull. She felt angry and miserable. His badger claws dug into the earth and he walked forwards. It was such a strange tormenting feeling when your dæmon was pulling at the link between you; part physical pain deep in the chest, part intense sadnessmand love. And she knew it was the same for him. Everyone tested it when they were growing up: seeing how far they could apart, coming back with intense relief. He tugged a little harder. "Don't, Pan!" But he didn't stop. The bear watched motionless. The pain in Lyra's heart grew more and more unbearable, and a sob of longing rose in her throat. "Pan –" then she was through the gate, scrambling over the icy mud towards him, and he turned into a wildcat and sprang up into her arms, and then they were clinging together tightly with little shaky sounds of unhappiness coming from both. "I thought you really would –" "No –" "I couldn't belief how much it hurt–" and then she brushed away the tears angrily and sniffed hard. He nestled in her arms, and she knew she would rather die than let them be parted and face that sadness again; it would send her mad with grief and terror.” ― Philip Pullman,
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red shirt/ red shirt: Amadeus
jeans/ traperice: old/stare
boots/ čizme: Peko