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The Enormous Radio.  By J. Cheever.
A review by M.

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This interesting story is about an average high middle-class couple in their late thirties. They are happily married living the life of their dreams: two young kids, a maid, an apartment that suits with their lifestyle and all the clothes and status symbols needed to keep up with the Joneses.

Purchasing a new radio seems to be a sensible idea for Jim as the old one was already on the blink. All the same, he is not still aware of how it will throw the couple off balance. Since the radio arrived, Irene smelled a rat, anyway she realized that the old radio was not a patch on the new one. After a careful examination, they both discovered it had, in fact, a very unusual behavior. Suddenly, Jim realized the radio was bearing on Irene as she was acting awkwardly and seemed overwhelmed with mixed feelings of fear, curiosity, compassion and despair. Hoping to find a solution, Jim called for the man to fix the radio.
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This well written story will give the reader the chance to reflect on the race to conform to society standars, gender violence, and family secrets. It begs some questions: What would you do if everyone knew your darkest secrets? What should you do when you notice someone is in jeopardy due to gender violence? Is the grass always greener in the other side of the fence?

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A paragraph about someone who inspires me. (I accept suggestions of style) If someone asks me who had influenced my life recently the most, I might mention a young lady who owns the most innocent smile I have ever seen. Her accurate advice would help me deal with innumerous issues. Her honest words would be God´s way to change my heart several times. Her willingness to reach what the Lord promised encouraged me to go on. Her obedience and humbleness inspire patience in anyone who meets her. Her immense love taught my selfish heart to care. Her hilarious comments would remind me how simple life could be. Her authentic passion showed me I have a long way to go. How not to miss her, now that she moved to Australia? Blessed is the land that embraces her.

Writing based in "Lucy in the sky with diamonds" by Lennon-Mc Cartney I remember the exact shade of red the sky was turning that afternoon in “El Pescado” river, near Correas. As usual I was in my boat trying to forget about the landscape on my desk, filled with the black and white sheets of paper with static lines of colour made by me that so much threatened my peace and my sleep hours. My eyes hardly forget the tapestry made by the last sun rays sparkling through the leaves of the tree that five months after would provide me with tons of tangerines. Suddenly, I heard somebody calling me. I answered quite slowly. A green eyed girl was staring at me and when I looked at her, she offered to me a cellophane flower coronet, saying that she was looking for me to be her queen and after asking me to close my eyes for the ceremony, she was gone. Not exactly gone, but at least running and I was worried that such a young girl was all on her own by the river, where she might fell and drown, where a snake might find her, or even someone worse than that. So I followed her down to a bridge by a fountain where some people were having a party of some kind and everyone was smiling not to laugh at me as I was drift through some flowers that at that time of the year grow incredibly high and prevented me to continue. The boat got stuck and I couldn’t help it. A little boy in a rocking horse was watching me. His father brought his old black and white taxi that was completely smashed as if it was an old newspaper but proved strong enough to drive me out. The family invited me to eat a marshmallow pie before leaving and of course, I forgot about the girl. To be honest, I cannot forget. I always imagine how it could be to find her again. I picture myself in many places where I could find her. In the square, the bridge, or on a train in the station and suddenly she is there at the turnstile: The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.