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esthersweet08's review against another edition
5.0
4'5. mis dieces a esta obra maestra. es super super super tierno a la vez que triste y JRJ va directo al corazoncito. me ha encantado de principio a fin
emanuele312's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.25
jennylopezr's review against another edition
adventurous
challenging
emotional
funny
lighthearted
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
elladan's review against another edition
lighthearted
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.0
sharksread's review against another edition
emotional
funny
hopeful
lighthearted
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
4.25
sidharthvardhan's review against another edition
5.0
Platero in the title is narrator's pet donkey. Jimenez sometimes talks to him sometimes talks about him in these prose poems either talking about memories (real? no idea) of experiences they had in each-other's company - simple pleasures, children, animals or cruel tragedies (death of people or animals, old age etc).
One of the personal favorite chapters:
The White Mare
"I have come home sad, Platero. Look: as I was coming through the Calle de las Flores, already at the Portada, in the very site where lightning killed the twin children, the white mare of El Sordo lay dead. Some almost naked children stood silently about. Purita, the seamstress who was passing by, told me that El Sordo, sick and tired of feeding the mare, had taken her to the boneyard this morning. You know that the poor old thing was as old as Don Julian and as stupid. She could not see or hear, and could scarcely walk. At about noon, the mare appeared again at the entrance to her master's house. Irritated, he seized a vine prop and tried to drive her away with blows. She would not go. Then he struck her with a sickle. People came up and amid curses and joking, the mare set out up the street, limping and stumbling. The children followed her with shouts and stones. Finally she fell to the ground and they finished killing her there. Some expression of pity, such as: "Let her die in peace!" hovered over her as if you and I had been there, Platero; but it was like a butterfly whirling in a strong sea wind. The stones were still lying beside her when I saw her, she as cold as they. One of her eyes was wide open. Sightless while she was alive, now that she was dead, it seemed to see. Its whiteness was the only light remaining in that dark street, over which the evening sky, seeming very high in the cold, was covered with the lightest fleece of pink clouds. "
One of the personal favorite chapters:
The White Mare
"I have come home sad, Platero. Look: as I was coming through the Calle de las Flores, already at the Portada, in the very site where lightning killed the twin children, the white mare of El Sordo lay dead. Some almost naked children stood silently about. Purita, the seamstress who was passing by, told me that El Sordo, sick and tired of feeding the mare, had taken her to the boneyard this morning. You know that the poor old thing was as old as Don Julian and as stupid. She could not see or hear, and could scarcely walk. At about noon, the mare appeared again at the entrance to her master's house. Irritated, he seized a vine prop and tried to drive her away with blows. She would not go. Then he struck her with a sickle. People came up and amid curses and joking, the mare set out up the street, limping and stumbling. The children followed her with shouts and stones. Finally she fell to the ground and they finished killing her there. Some expression of pity, such as: "Let her die in peace!" hovered over her as if you and I had been there, Platero; but it was like a butterfly whirling in a strong sea wind. The stones were still lying beside her when I saw her, she as cold as they. One of her eyes was wide open. Sightless while she was alive, now that she was dead, it seemed to see. Its whiteness was the only light remaining in that dark street, over which the evening sky, seeming very high in the cold, was covered with the lightest fleece of pink clouds. "
comfsp's review against another edition
4.0
nem is tudom, hogy értékeljem, ez annyira egy személyes gyűjteménynek tűnik
sok fejezet volt, ami nem tetszett, volt, ami jó volt és volt pár, amit kimondottan megszerettem
kedvencek: A bolond; Dögtemető; A hektikás lány; Lord; A verebek; Tűz a hegyekben; Vihar; A pici lány; Meghal a kanári; Út; A torony; Nosztalgia; Mélabú; Platerónak
sok fejezet volt, ami nem tetszett, volt, ami jó volt és volt pár, amit kimondottan megszerettem
kedvencek: A bolond; Dögtemető; A hektikás lány; Lord; A verebek; Tűz a hegyekben; Vihar; A pici lány; Meghal a kanári; Út; A torony; Nosztalgia; Mélabú; Platerónak