Too Much Data

Studying for Exams.

Splash, Splash, Splash!

The Terrace in our Garden

If it had been colder that day it would have been snow on the ground and not water. The rain was pouring out of the sky for hours, making it impossible for the natural draining system to absorb everyting, hence the enormous amount of water on the ground. Splash, splash, splash!

A Tribute to a Long Winter

Winterberg, Germany.

Yes, yes, I've been complaining like everyone about the cold and snow, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a beautiful snowy picture. It was taken when I went skiing in Germany, only a few weeks ago.

The Loss of a Lifetime

It was beyond anything I had ever read. It was not the story that was based on the biggest tragedy of the twenty-first century or the characters whom were all very convincing, no it was the style of this book, this story of a lifetime.

Literally the story of a lifetime.

The whole concept of a book is the endless pages filled with letters, words, sentences carrying the story off the page into the real world, bringing it alive before our very eyes. This book was different. It was alive, it was like a journal. Emotion poured into every corner of every page, colours blinding your sight, pages with nothing on it but single sentences, 'I'm sorry' and 'Do you know what time it is?', or even an entirely empty page. Some page were covered by one single picture, though most pages did contain the actual story. But even some of those pages had a different lay-out that the average John or Jane is used to.

Some of those pages
were written
like this.
And sometimes the letters were
so close together
that it was almost impossible to understand.
Some pages consisted of nothing but
scribbles of people testing their pen before buying it.

Does this ring any bells yet?

I'm talking about Jonathan Safran Foer's 'Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close'

Oskar Schell lost his father when the Twin Towers fell and he is still trying to come to terms with his death. The story actually revolves around Oskar's father and the impact he had on several lifes, though he is never named as the cause of the changes the people around him made.

The odd lay-out of this book doesn't come in the way of the story, it makes the story (which is to be honest not that extraordinary in concept) better, more interesting, and you are amazed every time you turn the page.

The writing style in itself is fluent, obviously American (Oskar is a nine-year-old New Yorker) and funny.

I intend to read more books written by Safran Foer and now? It is your turn by starting to read this one. Enjoy!