Weird Thing in My Head

Weird Thing in My Head

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About This Novel

"Strange Things in My Head" is a story about the life, adventures, fantasies and his friends of the Bazar vendor Mevlut. It is also a picture of life in Istanbul from 1969 to 2012 through the perspectives of everyone.

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User 53250005611891mo ago

Check out the comments!

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Also Written To109mo ago

I like it so much(??Ω?)? Hey

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Syy96mo ago

Why don't you make a sound when passing a Jewish cemetery?

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Double Wood100mo ago

Not bad, not bad, not bad~

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👑venus109mo ago

Because of mutual trust, the story begins

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It's Braised Noodles with Beans and Green Beans90mo ago

recommend

The whole book takes Mykuft's life as the main line and describes the changes in Istanbul. After reading it, I think the most touching thing was Myruft's inexplicable experience. In fact, I think the most touching part of the book is the last chapter. Meruft is a timid and cowardly person, but at the end, when he saw Meruft missing Rayha and the past years, he suddenly felt inexplicably moved. It turned out that Meruft had done one thing well in his life, and he had persevered in selling bocha, leaving a slow and nostalgic happiness deep in his heart in this rapidly changing era. I also remembered a saying, everything is the best arrangement. Meeting Raiha by accident was actually the best arrangement. Sometimes, the person we first thought we would love with all our heart may not be the right person. What really makes us love is the person who walks hand in hand and gives us understanding and support. Love will really become stronger as the years go by. And just like Myruft, now facing mobile phones, computers, and tall buildings, sometimes I feel so strange, depressed, and lonely. That kind of loneliness is that we can chat with each other anytime and anywhere, but we always feel that we are actually chatting with ourselves, without the warmth of life. That kind of depression is when you feel sad and want to look up at the sun and sky, but you can only see steel and concrete. The past days were beautiful, laughing freely with the friends who lived in the same courtyard. I really want to go back to the days when technology was not very advanced, but I laughed heartily and persisted in doing one thing well. There is no impetuousness today, and I am really living every day seriously.

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Trent Guo Tailai114mo ago

Like it 😘 Like it very much

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Linger107mo ago

Have heard of this book.

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