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Adultery (Vintage International), by Paulo Coelho

Adultery (Vintage International), by Paulo Coelho

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Adultery (Vintage International), by Paulo Coelho

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Adultery (Vintage International), by Paulo Coelho

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I want to change. I need to change. I'm gradually losing touch with myself.  Adultery, the provocative new novel by Paulo Coelho, best-selling author of The Alchemist and Eleven Minutes, explores the question of what it means to live life fully and happily, finding the balance between life's routine and the desire for something new. 

Adultery (Vintage International), by Paulo Coelho

  • Amazon Sales Rank: #32186 in Books
  • Brand: Coelho, Paulo
  • Published on: 2015-05-26
  • Released on: 2015-05-26
  • Original language: English
  • Number of items: 1
  • Dimensions: 7.90" h x .80" w x 5.10" l,
  • Binding: Paperback
  • 272 pages
Adultery (Vintage International), by Paulo Coelho

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“An exceptional writer.” —USA Today  “Propulsive. . . .  A compelling tale of existential angst, marital betrayal and sexual sin.” —The Chicago Tribune  “Pulls at the heart, while being both enticing and erotic. . . .  With thought-provoking honesty, the characters in this novel are given a voice that reverberates through time and space.” —Bookreporter “Adultery perfectly illustrates the faint line between madness and insanity, happiness and unhappiness and the eternal search for our own ‘personal legend.’” —Daily Express (London) “A novelist who writes in a universal language.” —The New York Times “Spiritualists and wanderlusts will eagerly devour . . . [Coelho’s] search for all things meaningful.” —The Washington Post  “A cerebral and subtle writer.” —The New York Journal of Books “[Coelho’s] books have had a life enhancing impact on millions of people.” —The Times (London)

About the Author One of the most influential writers of our time, Paulo Coelho is the author of many international best sellers, including The Alchemist, Aleph, Eleven Minutes, and Manuscript Found in Accra. Translated into 80 languages, his books have sold more than 165 million copies in more than 170 countries. He is a member of the Brazilian Academy of Letters and has received the Chevalier de l’Ordre National de la Légion d’Honneur. In 2007, he was named a United Nations Messenger of Peace. Translated by Margaret Jull Costa and Zoë Perry. www.paulocoelhoblog.com  Connect with the author: www.facebook.com/paulocoelhoTwitter: @paulocoelho

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. "I WAKE up and perform the usual rituals—brushing my teeth, getting dressed for work, going into the children’s bedroom to wake them up, making break- fast for everyone, smiling, and saying how good life is. In every minute and gesture I feel a weight I can’t identify, like an ani- mal who can’t quite understand how it got caught in the trap. My food has no taste. My smile, on the other hand, grows even wider so that no one will suspect, and I swallow my desire to cry. The light outside seems gray. Yesterday’s conversation did no good at all; I’m starting to think that I’m headed out of the indignant phase and straight into apathy. And does no one notice? Of course not. After all, I’m the last person in the world to admit that I need help. This is my problem; the volcano has exploded and there’s no way to put the lava back inside, plant some trees, mow the grass, and let the sheep out to graze. I don’t deserve this. I’ve always tried to meet everyone’s expectations. But now it’s happened and I can’t do anything about it except take medication. Perhaps today I’ll come up with an excuse to write an article about psychiatry and social security (the newspaper loves that kind of thing) and find a good psychiatrist to ask for help. I know that’s not ethical, but then not everything is. I don’t have an obsession to occupy my mind—for exam- ple, dieting or being OCD and finding fault with the clean- ing lady who arrives at eight in the morning and leaves at five in the afternoon, having washed and ironed the clothes, and tidied the house, and, sometimes, having even done the shopping, too. I can’t vent my frustrations by trying to be Super- mom, because my children would resent me for the rest of their lives. I go off to work and again see the neighbor polishing his car. Wasn’t he doing that yesterday? Unable to resist, I go over and ask him why. “It wasn’t quite perfect,” he says, but only after having said “Good morning,” asking about the family, and noticing what a pretty dress I’m wearing. I look at the car. It’s an Audi—one of Geneva’s nicknames is, after all, Audiland. It looks perfect, but he shows me one or two places where it isn’t as shiny as it should be. I draw out the conversation and end up asking what he thinks people are looking for in life. “Oh, that’s easy enough. Being able to pay their bills. Buying a house like yours or mine. Having a garden full of trees. Having your children or grandchildren over for Sunday lunch. Traveling the world once you’ve retired.” Is that what people want from life? Is it really? There’s something very wrong with this world, and it isn’t just the wars going on in Asia or the Middle East. Before I go to the newspaper, I have to interview Jacob, my ex-boyfriend from high school. Not even that cheers me up. I really am losing interest in things. I LISTEN to facts about government policy that I didn’t even want to know. I ask a few awkward questions, which he deftly dodges. He’s a year younger than me, but he looks five years older. I keep this thought to myself. Of course, it’s good to see him again, although he hasn’t yet asked me what’s happened in my life since we each went our own way after graduation. He’s entirely focused on himself, his career, and his future, while I find myself staring foolishly back at the past as if I were still the adolescent who, despite the braces on my teeth, was the envy of all the other girls. After a while, I stop listening and go  on autopilot. Always the same script, the same promises- reducing taxes, combating crime, keeping the French (the so-called cross-border workers who are taking jobs that Swiss workers could fill) out. Year after year, the issues are the same and the problems continue unresolved because no one really cares. After twenty minutes of conversation, I start to wonder if my lack of interest is due to my strange state of mind. No. There is nothing more tedious than interviewing politicians. It would have been better if I’d been sent to cover some crime or another. Murderers are much more real. Compared to representatives of the people anywhere else on the planet, ours are the least interesting and the most insipid. No one wants to know about their private lives. Only two things create a scandal here: corruption and drugs. Then it takes on gigantic proportions and gets wall-to-wall cover- age because there’s absolutely nothing else of interest in the newspapers. Does anyone care if they have lovers, go to brothels, or come out as gay? No. They continue doing what they were elected to do, and as long as they don’t blow the national bud- get, we all live in peace. The president of the country changes every year (yes, every year) and is chosen not by the people, but by the Federal Council, a body comprising seven ministers who serve as Switzerland’s collective head of state. Every time I walk past the museum, I see endless posters calling for more plebiscites. The Swiss love to make decisions—the color of our trash bags (black came out on top), the right (or not) to carry arms (Switzerland has one of the highest gun-ownership rates in the world), the number of minarets that can be built in the country (four), and whether or not to provide asylum for expatriates (I haven’t kept pace with this one, but I imagine the law was approved and is already in force). “Excuse me, sir.” We’ve been interrupted once already. He politely asks his assistant to postpone his next appointment. My newspaper is the most important in French-speaking Switzerland and this interview could prove crucial for the upcoming elections. He pretends to convince me and I pretend to believe him. Then I get up, thank him, and say that I have all the mate- rial I need. “You don’t need anything else?” Of course I do, but it’s not up to me to tell him what. “How about getting together after work?” I explain that I have to pick up my children from school, hoping that he sees the large gold wedding ring on my finger declaring: “Look, the past is the past.” “Of course. Well, maybe we can have lunch someday.” I agree. Easily deceived, I think: Who knows, maybe he does have something of importance to tell me, some state secret that will change the politics of the country and make the editor look at me with new eyes. He goes over to the door, locks it, then comes back and kisses me. I return his kiss, because it’s been a long time. Jacob, whom I may have once loved, is now a family man, married to a professor. And I am a family woman, married to a man who, though he inherited his wealth, is extremely hardworking. I consider pushing him away and saying that we’re not kids anymore, but I’m enjoying it. Not only did I discover a new Japanese restaurant, I’m having a bit of illicit fun as well. I’ve managed to break the rules and the world hasn’t caved in on me. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. I feel better and better, braver, freer. Then I do something I’ve dreamed of doing since I was in school.


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288 of 309 people found the following review helpful. Easy to Misunderstand, Dangerous to Put Down. By Brendon Burchard It would be easy to assume this is simply a book about sex and adultery. But people often misunderstand the depths of those things, and thus this is a book of deeper allure and meaning.This is a story about a woman mad with loneliness and boredom and disconnection, driven to the brink and willing to risk it all to find something more—adventure, passion, redemption, herself. She is not someone you will admire, and she will seem at times superficial and disgusting, but you will understand her. And despite her wealth and ugliness, despite her weakness, her indiscretion, her bizarre thinking, you might just learn something from her. And that is why this is a book for anyone in a relationship. What relationship doesn't get ugly at times?What Coelho does so brilliantly in "Adultery" is pace its story with its main character’s life, struggles, and personality. And so it feels a bit boring and stifled at first, then it shocks and overreacts, then it has trouble finding itself, and then, finally, after all those relationship troubles and veiled justifications, it lifts and soars. For these reasons, people will want to stop reading when it feels slow, trite, or impossible. But there is danger in putting a Coelho book down, for in the end he always surprises us and teaches us. Anyone in love or after love can learn something from this book.Here are my favorite quotes:“Today I am a woman torn between the terror that everything might change and the equal terror that everything might carry on exactly the same for the rest of my days.”“Apathy. Pretending to be happy, pretenting to be sad, pretending to have an orgasm, pretending to be having fun, pretending that you’ve slept well, pretending that you’re alive.”“We don’t show our feelings because people might think we’re vulnerable and take advantage of us.”“I discovered what was really troubling me: a lack of passion and adventure.”“If Evil exists, it’s to be found in our fears.”“To find peace in the heavens, we must find love on Earth. Without it, we are worthless.”“In the pursuit of justice, I have to ward off evil without exasperation or impatience.”“We’re always practicing self-control, trying to keep the monster from coming out of his hiding place.”“We are the ones who create messes in our heads. It does not come from the outside.”“We were no longer completely surrendering to each other.”“For men it is just a ‘stupid mistake.’ For women, it feels like a spiritual crime against all those who surround her with affection and support her as a mother and wife.”“They are maintaining the security of their relationship at the same time they experience adventure. It’s the ideal situation.”“It has more to do with boredom, with a lack of passion for life, with a shortage of challenges.”“Because, ever since we’ve moved away from God, we live a fragmented existence. We try to find oneness, but we don’t know the way back; thus, we are in a state of constant dissatisfaction.”“David [from the Bible’s David and Goliath story] not only committed adultery, he also ordered the murder of his rival, betraying his loyalty and goodwill.”“In short, I’ve stopped being the reserved woman I always was.”“Love alone is not enough. I need to fall in love with my husband.”“Because I always have to show I’m worthy of your love. I have to fight for our marriage, for our union, in ways that have nothing to do with our children. I love you. I would endure anything, absolutely anything, to always have you by my side. But I can’t stop you from leaving one day.”“I’m not afraid of loneliness, I’m afraid of deluding myself, of looking at reality the way I would like it to be and not how it really is.”“People have a tendency for self-destruction.”“What kills a relationship between two people is precisely the lack of challenge, the feeling that nothing is new anymore. We need to continue to be a surprise for each other.”“When we give everything, we have nothing more to lose. And then fear, jealousy, boredom, and monotony disappear, and all that remains is the light form a void that does not frighten us, but brings us closer to one another.”“Let us first seek Love, and everything else will be added.”If any of these quotes resonate with you, or if you are in a troubled relationship or have ever cheated or been cheated upon, this book will resonate, perhaps reveal why, and ultimately provide the only reminder we all need: We must learn to Love.-- Brendon Burchard, author of Life’s Golden Ticket

88 of 94 people found the following review helpful. what is happiness? By moysak ok... just finished Adultery and I really liked it. It's a different style/genre for Coelho but I did truly enjoy it. You do have to be open-minded to read it though... I feel like the negative reviews I've read might be coming from scorned people or those that can't see "outside" the box. It is as the title suggest about sex outside the marriage but that's not the message of the book. And if that's all you get then you didn't really read the book... I think it's about self-discovery. About self-acceptance and self-love. The most important in life to truly be happy. No one else can nor should be responsible for that but yourself.

80 of 87 people found the following review helpful. Adultery By Damaskcat To say this is a book about a woman committing adultery is to miss the whole point of the story I feel. Linda lives in Switzerland with her husband and two children - none of whom are ever named. She has a good life, and an interesting job as a journalist and as a family they are financially secure with domestic staff to look after the children and do the housework. Who could want anything more from life?But Linda is restless and bored. It would be all too easy to dismiss Linda as shallow but she is far more than that. I'm sure many readers will put the book down in disgust saying she should count her blessings and no one could want more in life. Things are not as simple as that. Linda feels she is plodding along from day to day with nothing exciting in her life - everything is just dull. She wonders if she is depressed but she doesn't think she is. She wonders whether she needs to see a psychiatrist but doesn't think that will work either.It must be difficult to empathise with Linda unless you yourself have felt that sort of restlessness. I have felt it and it resulted in me turning my life upside down and doing some things which maybe were not a good idea though they seemed the only right thing to do at the time. What lesson you take from this strangely absorbing book - because there are lessons to be learned from it even if your life in no way resembles Linda's - are always going to be personal. But what I think is important is to not let yourself slip into a rut because if you get in too deep then the only way out is going to be to upend your life and those of the people you love.This is a book which needs the reader to do some hard thinking about their own lives and to be aware that restlessness and boredom can lead to constructive change or it can lead to destruction. Everyone has their own agenda and if you're using them they may equally be using you. Thoughtful and thought provoking - this book may well repay a second or third reading. I received a free copy of this book from NetGalley for review purposes.

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