Peter Murmann

Books, Fiction

And the birds rained down

I am not sure how I became the owner of this book. I found it on my bookshelf this summer.
The only thing that was clear is that it was bought in my local bookshop because of its label
on the back cover. Did I buy it? I typically do not buy contemporary novels because I want
novels to have withstood the test of time before I give them my attention. Did someone give
it to me as a present? This is possible. I live in the summer, surrounded by woods, in a
wooden house.

Books, Fiction

Inkheart

I was researching how many copies of the Swiss children’s book Heidi have been sold worldwide, as I once heard it was the most popular German-language book ever. During this process, I came across Cornelia Funke, who is listed as a bestselling children’s book author from Germany. I had never heard of her, and my curiosity was piqued. She wrote many popular children’s books, but Inkheart is her most famous one because it was also turned into a Hollywood motion picture. I just finished reading this wonderful book. What appealed to me most is that the story celebrates the love of books.

Books, Fiction

To live

This Chinese novel is deeply moving. The writing is very simple, but it manages to pierce through one’s heart. Set during the Civil War in China, it tells the story of a farmer who gambled away his father’s land and tries to make a living in an increasingly difficult context. First, he is forcefully inducted into the Nationalist army. Then, when the Communists take over, things improve for a while before turning dire. We accompany Fugui throughout his life, starting from his early gambling habits to his marriage and, eventually, his children.

Diary, Must Know, Books, Poetry

AI wrote this poem

I gave the chatgpt3 AI toll these three words “morning coffee poem,” and it came back with this poem:

Morning coffee, black and strong
A aroma that wakes me up
The warmth of the cup in my hand
A ritual that never gets old.

A sip, a taste, a moment of peace
As the world outside starts to stir
The chaos of the day ahead
Is calmed by this simple pleasure.

The rich flavor, the bitter bite
A symphony on my tongue
A reminder that this day is mine
And I am ready to conquer it all.

With each sip, my mind comes alive
Ideas flow, my creativity flows
I am ready to face the day
Morning coffee, my daily dose.

Books, Poetry

Poem “House Made of Evening Light” and others by N. Scott Momaday