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kitabın sonundaki olay yıkmıştı beni :S
bu yüzden bir kez daha okumayı düşündüm belki değişik biter diye :D:D:D:D

sedoooo   05 Eylül 2008 19:50        (0 puan)  |    
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''Öyleyse git bundan başka dünyalar da var.'' Jake in Roland a söylediği bu söz beni kitaba çok bağlamıştı. Kara Kule serisi King in şaheseridir. Filmini de çekseler... :D

nemfi   23 Nisan 2008 20:14        (0 puan)  |    
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mono blaine:))

ElondonE   13 Mart 2008 01:16        (0 puan)  |    
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Aslıda Stephen King'in bir sözü bu şaheserin önemini çok iyi özetliyor; "Hayal gücünün güneş sistemini dolduracak kadar roman ve kısa hikaye yazdım. Ama Roland'ın hikayesi benim Jüpiter'im, yani diğerlerini cüceleştiren bir gezegen." son bi not olarak da "Uykusuzluk" u okumadan son kitabı okumayın

infinite carnage   20 Şubat 2008 17:42        (0 puan)  |    
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bambaşka... bitireli kaç kitap geçti üstüne allahın belası kitap öyle bir lanet ile üzerime yapışmış ki hala hiç bir kitaptan zevk alamıyorum yok aga tekrar başlıcam ahanda başladım... :
Siyahlı adam çölde kaçıyordu.Silahşor da peşindeydi
Ah Ulan roland Ah...

fevriye   18 Ekim 2007 23:40        (1 puan)  |    
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tüylerim tiken tiken oluyo adını bile duyuncası..

dahafazlabiraaskina   13 Ekim 2007 12:51        (0 puan)  |    
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okuyacağım okuyacağım söz :D

Kharun   13 Ekim 2007 11:46        (0 puan)  |    
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roland,yin yang:)

acacia   26 Ağustos 2007 12:31        (0 puan)  |    
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bir kitabın son serisini almak için bir yıl ruhsal durmunuzun uygun hale gelmesini bekliyeceğiniz bir seri(deneyim).
filminin çekileceğini uzun zamandır duyuyorum ve az önce baktım imdb'de 2010 seneli bir dark tower duruyor, başka hiç bi açıklama yok,
bu arada okumak isteyenlere ve başlıyanlara tavsiyem: "tılsım", "kara ev" ve "maçakızı" isimli kitapları da utlaka okumaları ve bunu 4. kitaptan sonra yapmaları durumunda çok daha keyif alıcaklarını belirtiyim.
karanlık öyküler kitabında da rolandın bir hikayesi vardır, siz benim gibi yapmayın karakule bitince okuyun ki en azından seri bittikten sonra da rolan okumuş olursunuz...

Dunthar   25 Ağustos 2007 19:35        (0 puan)  |    
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4 kitabını okuyorum ve tavsiye ediyorum okuyun

akif87   20 Ağustos 2007 00:27        (0 puan)  |    
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Bitmesini istemediğimiz bir macera

stephen king ellerine sağlık...

Ercestbeau   04 Ağustos 2007 00:43        (0 puan)  |    
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çizgi romanı mükemmel özellikle çizimler ile ilgilenen ya da kara kule serisini okumuşlar için inanılmaz değerli olmalı

ancak bu seriyi okursam heralde kısa zamanda bitirmeyi isterim

sareh   14 Haziran 2007 22:57        (0 puan)  |    
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En sonunda tüm seriyi bi de ingilizce okumuş olarak gerçekten King e hayran olmamak elde değil Tasvirler, olaylar, paralel evren kavramını açıklaması bile fantastik edebiyatla ilgiliyim diyen herkesin mutlaka okuması gereken bir kitap yapıyor kara kule yi

çoğu okur gibi benim için de kara kulenin başlangıcı dünyada ki en iyi roman başlangıç cümlesidir

seri de en kötü kitap 5. en iyisi ise ilginç bi şekilde bi önceki kitap wizard and the glass tır

demonsandwizards   05 Haziran 2007 13:26        (0 puan)  |    
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Stephen King' in hemen tm romanları ile bağlatısı olan, kitap serisinin adı. Yazar bu seriyi yazarken şair Robert Browning' in şiirinden esinlenmiştir:

"Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came"

My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there,
And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,

If at his counsel I should turn aside Into that ominous tract which, all agree, Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
I did turn as he pointed: neither pride
Nor hope rekindling at the end descried, So much as gladness that some end might be.

For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, What with my search drawn out thro' years, my hope Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope
With that obstreperous joy success would bring,
I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring My heart made, finding failure in its scope.

As when a sick man very near to death Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,
And hears one bid the other go, draw breath
Freelier outside ("since all is o'er," he saith, "And the blow fallen no grieving can amend;")

While some discuss if near the other graves Be room enough for this, and when a day Suits best for carrying the corpse away,
With care about the banners, scarves and staves:
And still the man hears all, and only craves He may not shame such tender love and stay.

Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest, Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ So many times among "The Band" - to wit,
The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed
Their steps - that just to fail as they, seemed best, And all the doubt was now--should I be fit?

So, quiet as despair, I turned from him, That hateful cripple, out of his highway Into the path he pointed. All the day
Had been a dreary one at best, and dim
Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.

For mark! no sooner was I fairly found Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two, Than, pausing to throw backward a last view
O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round:
Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound. I might go on; nought else remained to do.

So, on I went. I think I never saw Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve: For flowers - as well expect a cedar grove!
But cockle, spurge, according to their law
Might propagate their kind, with none to awe, You'd think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

No! penury, inertness and grimace, In some strange sort, were the land's portion. "See Or shut your eyes," said Nature peevishly,
"It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
'Tis the Last Judgment's fire must cure this place, Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free."

If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents
In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk
All hope of greenness? 'tis a brute must walk Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents.

As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.
One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,
Stood stupefied, however he came there: Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!

Alive? he might be dead for aught I know, With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain, And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;
Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;
I never saw a brute I hated so; He must be wicked to deserve such pain.

I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart. As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
Think first, fight afterwards - the soldier's art: One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face Beneath its garniture of curly gold, Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold
An arm in mine to fix me to the place
That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace! Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold.

Giles then, the soul of honour - there he stands Frank as ten years ago when knighted first. What honest men should dare (he said) he durst.
Good - but the scene shifts - faugh! what hangman hands
Pin to his breast a parchment? His own bands Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst!

Better this present than a past like that; Back therefore to my darkening path again! No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.
Will the night send a howlet or a bat?
I asked: when something on the dismal flat Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train.

A sudden little river crossed my path As unexpected as a serpent comes. No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;
This, as it frothed by, might have been a bath
For the fiend's glowing hoof - to see the wrath Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes.

So petty yet so spiteful! All along Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it; Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit
Of mute despair, a suicidal throng:
The river which had done them all the wrong, Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit.

Which, while I forded, - good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek
For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!
--It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek.

Glad was I when I reached the other bank. Now for a better country. Vain presage! Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,
Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank
Soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank, Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage--

The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque. What penned them there, with all the plain to choose? No foot-print leading to that horrid mews,
None out of it. Mad brewage set to work
Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.

And more than that - a furlong on - why, there! What bad use was that engine for, that wheel, Or brake, not wheel - that harrow fit to reel
Men's bodies out like silk? with all the air
Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware, Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel.

Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood, Next a marsh, it would seem, and now mere earth Desperate and done with; (so a fool finds mirth,
Makes a thing and then mars it, till his mood
Changes and off he goes!) within a rood-- Bog, clay and rubble, sand and stark black dearth.

Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim, Now patches where some leanness of the soil's Broke into moss or substances like boils;
Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in him
Like a distorted mouth that splits its rim Gaping at death, and dies while it recoils.

And just as far as ever from the end! Nought in the distance but the evening, nought To point my footstep further! At the thought,
A great black bird, Apollyon's bosom-friend,
Sailed past, nor beat his wide wing dragon-penned That brushed my cap--perchance the guide I sought.

For, looking up, aware I somehow grew, 'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place All round to mountains - with such name to grace
Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view.
How thus they had surprised me, - solve it, you! How to get from them was no clearer case.

Yet half I seemed to recognise some trick Of mischief happened to me, God knows when-- In a bad dream perhaps. Here ended, then,
Progress this way. When, in the very nick
Of giving up, one time more, came a click As when a trap shuts - you're inside the den!

Burningly it came on me all at once, This was the place! those two hills on the right, Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;
While to the left, a tall scalped mountain . . . Dunce,
Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce, After a life spent training for the sight!

What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart Built of brown stone, without a counterpart
In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf
Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timbers start.

Not see? because of night perhaps? - why, day Came back again for that! before it left, The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:
The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay
Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay,-- "Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!"

Not hear? when noise was everywhere! it tolled Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears Of all the lost adventurers my peers,--
How such a one was strong, and such was bold,
And such was fortunate, yet each of old Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met To view the last of me, a living frame For one more picture! in a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set, And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came."

elessar vardamir   03 Haziran 2007 14:55        (2 puan)  |    
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siz ciddimisiniz filmi mi çekiliyor ? eyvahlarım olsun peter jackson'a versinler arkadaşlar nolur o okusun seriyi çeksin başkası kalkamaz altından...

fevriye   05 Nisan 2007 23:27        (0 puan)  |    
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haccettepe reddeers'ın DE mert lakabı karakule

nasty   02 Nisan 2007 14:50        (0 puan)  |    
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bi zamanlar lakabımdı :))

ojgeldin   24 Mart 2007 22:08        (0 puan)  |    
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lost denen gudik diziyi yapan kreatif ekibe nasıl vermiş sıtefın kink ? ismail yk. dan sıtefın kinke istiyorum. Allah mıstakını versin!

Gentleman Jack   24 Mart 2007 21:26        (0 puan)  |    
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Marvel Comics çizgiromanını ya çıkardı ya da Şubat ayında çıkarıyor. Artık nasıl edinirsiniz bilemem ama edinin :)

Shardd   29 Ocak 2007 10:26        (0 puan)  |    
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SADECE SON KİTABINI OKUMADIM AMMA PAHALI YAPMISLAR ÇATLIYORUM KIYACAM PARAYA

rolandDinh   26 Ocak 2007 16:32        (0 puan)  |    
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