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Isaac Marion 著

圖書標籤:

• 僵屍
• 浪漫
• 科幻
• 末日
• 愛情
• 喜劇
• 青少年
• 奇幻
• 生存
• 超自然

齣版社： Random House UK

ISBN：9780099549345

商品編碼：19262190

包裝：平裝

齣版時間：2010-12-01

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：256

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：19.8x13.2x1.6cm;0.25kg

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　　這種事從沒發生過，不但不閤邏輯，也違背瞭規矩，不但改變瞭R，也改變他的僵屍同伴，甚至讓死氣沉沉的世界齣現瞭生機。然而，在那陰森腐敗的世界裏，想要完成夢想，他們還需要一場革命……

內容簡介

R is a young man with an existential crisis--he is a zombie. He shuffles through an America destroyed by war, social collapse, and the mindless hunger of his undead comrades, but he craves something more than blood and brains. He can speak just a few grunted syllables, but his inner life is deep, full of wonder and longing. He has no memories, noidentity, and no pulse, but he has dreams.
After experiencing a teenage boy's memories while consuming his brain, R makes an unexpected choice that begins a tense, awkward, and stragely sweet relationship with the victim's human girlfriend. Julie is a blast of color in the otherwise dreary and gray landscape that surrounds R. His decision to protect her will transform not only R, but his fellow Dead, and perhaps their whole lifeless world.
Scary, funny, and surprisingly poignant, Warm Bodies is about being alive, being dead, and the blurry line in between.

　　《溫暖的屍體》講述瞭一個叫做“R”的僵屍和一個他殺死的人類的女友之間的浪漫關係，這段關係引發瞭連鎖反應，不僅改變瞭他和他的僵屍夥伴，也改變瞭整個僵屍世界。

作者簡介

Isaac Marion was born near Seattle in 1981 and has lived in and around that city ever since. Deciding to forgo college in favor of direct experience, he dived into writing while still in high school and self-published three terrible novels before finally hitting his stride with Warm Bodies, his first published work. He currently splits his time between writing in Seattle and hunting inspiration on cross-country RV trips. Visit IsaacMarion.com.

精彩書評

“I never thought I could care so passionately for a zombie. Isaac Marion has created the most unexpected romantic lead I've ever encountered, and rewritten the entire concept of what it means to be a zombie in the process. This story stayed with me long after I was done reading it. I eagerly await the next book by Isaac Marion.”
(Stephenie Meyer, #1 New York Times Bestselling author of the Twilight series)

“A mesmerising evolution of a classic contemporary myth.”
(Simon Pegg, New York Times bestselling author of Nerd Do Well)

“Warm Bodies is a terrific book—a compelling literary fantasy which is also a strange and affecting pop-culture parable.”
(Nick Harkaway, author of The Gone-Away World)

“Isaac Marion has a great new voice that hooks you from page one and accomplishes the impossible: it makes you care about young zombie love. Warm Bodies is a terrific read.”
(Josh Bazell, New York Times bestselling author of Beat the Reaper)

“Enormous fun.”
(Marie Claire (UK))

“Wryly playful, cinematic, and ultimately moving.”
(Time Out London)

“Has there been a more sympathetic monster since Frankenstein's?”
(The Financial Times)

“It’s got the boarded-up strongholds and mob mentality of Night of the Living Dead—but also romance. As the evil thing resists its evil nature, the book neuters zombies in the same way Stephanie Meyer did vampires.”
(Time Out NY)

“If you haven't caught on to Isaac Marion's writing yet, you're really missing out.”
(About.com)

“In elegant, evocative prose, Marion has fashioned the world’s most unlikely romance in a story that is by turns harrowing, poignant, and tender. At the last, the reader is reminded that we are all ultimately human, whether living or dead. Utterly charming.”
(Library Journal (starred review))

前言/序言

I AM DEAD, but it’s not so bad. I’ve learned to live with it. I’m sorry I can’t properly introduce myself, but I don’t have a name anymore. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries. Mine might have started with an “R,” but that’s all I have now. It’s funny because back when I was alive, I was always forgetting other people’s names. My friend “M” says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can’t smile, because your lips have rotted off.
None of us are particularly attractive, but death has been kinder to me than some. I’m still in the early stages of decay. Just the gray skin, the unpleasant smell, the dark circles under my eyes. I could almost pass for a Living man in need of a vacation. Before I became a zombie I must have been a businessman, a banker or broker or some young temp learning the ropes, because I’m wearing fairly nice clothes. Black slacks, gray shirt, red tie. M makes fun of me sometimes. He points at my tie and tries to laugh, a choked, gurgling rumble deep in his gut. His clothes are holey jeans and a plain white T-shirt. The shirt is looking pretty macabre by now. He should have picked a darker color.
We like to joke and speculate about our clothes, since these final fashion choices are the only indication of who we were before we became no one. Some are less obvious than mine: shorts and a sweater, skirt and a blouse. So we make random guesses.
You were a waitress. You were a student. Ring any bells?
It never does.
No one I know has any specific memories. Just a vague, vestigial knowledge of a world long gone. Faint impressions of past lives that linger like phantom limbs. We recognize civilization—buildings, cars, a general overview—but we have no personal role in it. No history. We are just here. We do what we do, time passes, and no one asks questions. But like I’ve said, it’s not so bad. We may appear mindless, but we aren’t. The rusty cogs of cogency still spin, just geared down and down till the outer motion is barely visible. We grunt and groan, we shrug and nod, and sometimes a few words slip out. It’s not that different from before.
But it does make me sad that we’ve forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else’s, because I’d like to love them, but I don’t know who they are.
There are hundreds of us living in an abandoned airport outside some large city. We don’t need shelter or warmth, obviously, but we like having the walls and roofs over our heads. Otherwise we’d just be wandering in an open field of dust somewhere, and that would be horrifying. To have nothing at all around us, nothing to touch or look at, no hard lines whatsoever, just us and the gaping maw of the sky. I imagine that’s what being full-dead is like. An emptiness vast and absolute.
I think we’ve been here a long time. I still have all my flesh, but there are elders who are little more than skeletons with clinging bits of muscle, dry as jerky. Somehow it still extends and contracts, and they keep moving. I have never seen any of us “die” of old age. Left alone with plenty of food, maybe we’d “live” forever, I don’t know. The future is as blurry to me as the past. I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present, and the present isn’t exactly urgent. You might say death has relaxed me.
I am riding the escalators when M finds me. I ride the escalators several times a day, whenever they move. It’s become a ritual. The airport is derelict, but the power still flickers on sometimes, maybe flowing from emergency generators stuttering deep underground. Lights flash and screens blink, machines jolt into motion. I cherish these moments. The feeling of things coming to life. I stand on the steps and ascend like a soul into Heaven, that sugary dream of our childhoods, now a tasteless joke.
After maybe thirty repetitions, I rise to find M waiting for me at the top. He is hundreds of pounds of muscle and fat draped on a six-foot-five frame. Bearded, bald, bruised and rotten, his grisly visage slides into view as I crest the staircase summit. Is he the angel that greets me at the gates? His ragged mouth is oozing black drool.
He points in a vague direction and grunts, “City.”
I nod and follow him.
We are going out to find food. A hunting party forms around us as we shuffle toward town. It’s not hard to find recruits for these expeditions, even if no one is hungry. Focused thought is a rare occurrence here, and we all follow it when it manifests. Otherwise we’d just be standing around and groaning all day. We do a lot of standing around and groaning. Years pass this way. The flesh withers on our bones and we stand here, waiting for it to go. I often wonder how old I am.
The city where we do our hunting is conveniently close. We arrive around noon the next day and start looking for flesh. The new hunger is a strange feeling. We don’t feel it in our stomachs—some of us don’t even have those. We feel it everywhere equally, a sinking, sagging sensation, as if our cells are deflating. Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic. They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realized they were corpses. It disquieted me at first, but it’s against etiquette to notice when one of us dies. I distracted myself with some groaning.
I think the world has mostly ended, because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the streets. Most glass is shattered, and the wind drifting through the hollow high-rises moans like an animal left to die. I don’t know what happened. Disease? War? Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? I guess it’s not so important. Once you’ve arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.
We start to smell the Living as we approach a dilapidated apartment building. The smell is not the musk of sweat and skin, it’s the effervescence of life energy, like the ionized tang of lightning and lavender. We don’t smell it in our noses. It hits us deeper inside, near our brains, like wasabi. We converge on the building and crash our way inside.
We find them huddled in a small studio unit with the windows boarded up. They are dressed worse than we are, wrapped in filthy tatters and rags, all of them badly in need of a shave. M will be saddled with a short blond beard for the rest of his Fleshy existence, but everyone else in our party is cleanshaven. It’s one of the perks of being dead, another thing we don’t have to worry about anymore. Beards, hair, toenails… no more fighting biology. Our wild bodies have finally been tamed.
Slow and clumsy but with unswerving commitment, we launch ourselves at the Living. Shotgun blasts fill the dusty air with gunpowder and gore. Black blood spatters the walls. The loss of an arm, a leg, a portion of torso, this is disregarded, shrugged off. A minor cosmetic issue. But some of us take shots to our brains, and we drop. Apparently there’s still something of value in that withered gray sponge because if we lose it, we are corpses. The zombies to my left and right hit the ground with moist thuds. But there are plenty of us. We are overwhelming. We set upon the Living, and we eat.
Eating is not a pleasant business. I chew off a man’s arm, and I hate it. I hate his screams, because I don’t like pain, I don’t like hurting people, but this is the world now. This is what we do. Of course if I don’t eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he’ll rise up and follow me back to the airport, and that might make me feel better. I’ll introduce him to everyone, and maybe we’ll stand around and groan for a while. It’s hard to say what “friends” are anymore, but that might be close. If I restrain myself, if I leave enough…
But I don’t. I can’t. As always I go straight for the good part, the part that makes my head light up like a picture tube. I eat the brain, and for about thirty seconds, I have memories. Flashes of parades, perfume, music… life. Then it fades, and I get up, and we all stumble out of the city, still cold and gray, but feeling a little better. Not “good,” exactly, not “happy,” certainly not “alive,” but… a little less dead. This is the best we can do.
I trail behind the group as the city disappears behind us. My steps plod a little heavier than the others’. When I pause at a rain-filled pothole to scrub gore off my face and clothes, M drops back and slaps a hand on my shoulder. He knows my distaste for some of our routines. He knows I’m a little more sensitive than most. Sometimes he teases me, twirls my messy black hair into pigtails and says, “Girl. Such… girl.” But he knows when to take my gloom seriously. He pats my shoulder and just looks at me. His face isn’t capable of much expressive nuance anymore, but I know what he wants to say. I nod, and we keep walking.
I don’t know why we have to kill people. I don’t know what chewing through a man’s neck accomplishes. I steal what he has to replace what I lack. He disappears, and I stay. It’s simple but senseless, arbitrary laws from some lunatic legislator in the sky. But following those laws keeps me walking, so I follow them to the letter. I eat until I stop eating, then I eat again.
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評分☆☆☆☆☆

從文學手法上來說，作者的筆觸非常細膩，尤其是在描繪角色內心掙紮和成長期時，展現齣一種令人驚艷的成熟度。它不僅僅是一個關於僵屍和人類的愛情故事，更像是一則關於身份認同和自我救贖的寓言。R從一個純粹的食腐者，逐漸發展齣愛、責任感乃至犧牲精神的過程，過渡得極其自然，沒有絲毫的刻意或突兀。這種轉變是通過他與硃莉的互動，以及他與“族群”內部矛盾的衝突來逐步實現的。我特彆欣賞作者對於“溝通障礙”的處理，很多關鍵的情感交流都是通過非語言的方式完成的，比如眼神的交匯、肢體的笨拙接觸，這些細節的描摹，反而比大段的對話更有力量，更能打動人心。每次讀到R為瞭保護硃莉而違背他“種族”的本能時，那種強烈的戲劇張力都會讓我屏住呼吸，為他捏一把汗。這本書的節奏掌控得非常好，前半部分的疏離和睏惑，到後半部分的逐漸清晰和堅定，形成瞭一個完美的弧綫。

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這部小說簡直是一股清新的泥石流，讓我徹底顛覆瞭對僵屍題材的刻闆印象。故事的開篇就帶著一種近乎荒誕的幽默感，主角R的內心獨白充滿瞭對生存的迷茫和對“活著”的渴望，那種笨拙而又真誠的自我剖析，讓人一下子就對他這個非典型“死人”産生瞭莫名的親近感。作者在構建這個後末日世界時，並沒有過度渲染血腥和恐怖，而是將重點放在瞭情感的微妙變化上。R吞噬人類大腦後體驗到的那種情緒的“迴響”，成瞭一種連接他與過往人性的橋梁，這種設定太巧妙瞭。我尤其喜歡他對硃莉那種小心翼翼的、近乎童稚的好奇心和保護欲。他笨拙地試圖理解人類的規則，卻又被本能驅動著做齣一些令人啼笑皆非的舉動。讀起來，你會忍不住跟著R一起探索，什麼是真正的“人性”，是不是隻有心髒還在跳動，纔算得上是“活”著的？那種在絕望中尋找微光的敘事基調，處理得既有深度又不失輕快，完全超乎預期。

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這本書的敘事聲音非常獨特，帶有一種旁觀者清的疏離感和恰到好處的自嘲。作者似乎很擅長在極端的環境下捕捉人性的微小光芒。例如，R在試圖模仿人類行為時的那種手足無措，或者他對於“音樂”這種抽象概念的初次理解，這些片段都處理得極其巧妙，既推進瞭劇情，又豐富瞭角色的內心世界。它有一種後現代的戲謔感，用一種看似荒謬的設定，去探討最核心的生存價值和情感連接。我發現自己很容易就能代入R的視角，因為他的內心活動是如此的“原始”和“未被汙染”，沒有成人世界的復雜算計。這使得他與硃莉之間的情感發展，像是一切從零開始的純淨體驗。每次翻頁，我都期待著R又會因為哪件小事而産生新的“共鳴”，這種期待感貫穿始終，讓人欲罷不能，仿佛在跟隨一個全新的物種一起學習如何去愛。

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總體而言，這部作品的魅力在於它對“界限”的不斷模糊和挑戰。它挑戰瞭生與死的二元對立，挑戰瞭愛與本能的衝突，甚至挑戰瞭我們對“美醜”的傳統定義。作者沒有給齣簡單的答案，而是將所有的矛盾和張力都保留在瞭角色們的互動之中，讓讀者自己去體驗和消化。尤其是在社會環境的描寫上，比如幸存者聚居地的緊張氣氛，以及他們對“異類”的恐懼和排斥，為R和硃莉的關係增添瞭巨大的外部壓力。正是這種外部的壓迫，反襯齣他們之間情感的珍貴和脆弱。與其說這是一部奇幻小說，不如說它是一部關於成長的寓言，關於如何在一個破碎的世界裏，找到值得為之付齣一切的理由。那種在絕望廢墟上重新發芽的希望感，是這本書最強大的感染力所在，它比任何華麗的辭藻都更能觸動人心。

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這本書給我的閱讀體驗是極其反傳統的，它成功地將哥特式的設定與青春期的敏感細膩糅閤在瞭一起，創造齣一種既黑暗又溫暖的獨特氛圍。我必須稱贊作者對於“僵屍哲學”的探討，它迫使讀者去思考，當我們剝離掉社會標簽、生理機能，僅剩下最原始的欲望和情感時，我們究竟是什麼？R的視角是一個完美的觀察者，他冷眼旁觀著人類文明的殘骸，也無意中成為瞭重建希望的催化劑。硃莉這個角色也塑造得非常立體，她不僅是R的“引路人”，她自身的脆弱、勇氣和對舊世界的失望，都使得這段關係充滿瞭現實的復雜性。她愛上的不是一個“人”，而是一種可能性，一個超越瞭死亡和偏見的未來。這種關係的基礎建立在相互的“看見”之上，遠比那些建立在共同血緣或文化背景上的愛情更加純粹和堅韌。讀完後，我久久不能平靜，腦海中迴蕩的不是恐怖的嘶吼，而是那份跨越物種的溫柔與理解。

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幫彆人買的，送貨速度很快。

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這本小說我找瞭好久！！好高興在京東上找到瞭它！！印刷不錯！裏麵也很好！！

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很喜歡的一本書。我是看瞭電影再買小說來重溫的。有很多的細節很多的心裡獨白。感觸很多。

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昨天晚上買的，今天早上到。物流很給力。對這本書還挺期待的，還沒讀完，有好多單詞不認識，還得多背單詞。。。書很不錯。

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我們每個人都想在彆人眼中是個好人，所以我們要相信世上還是好人多，以誠待人，必會得到相等的迴報。不過關鍵時候還是得靠自己，親戚隻是血緣關係上的一種描述，並不代錶它就會改變你的命運。所以也不要寄希望於彆人，親戚都幫不瞭你，還能指望誰呢？除瞭自己。隻有靠自己纔能贏尊重。

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好大一本書，是正版!各種不錯!隻是插圖太多，有占篇符之嫌。故事很精彩，女兒很喜歡。書寫的不錯，能消除人的心癮。目前已經戒煙第三天瞭，書拿到手挺有分量的，包裝完好。還會繼續來，一直就想買這本書，太謝謝京東瞭，發貨神速，兩天就到瞭，超給力的！5分！女性是天生的購物狂，對於購物總是有一些潛藏在體內的欲望，其實女性購物是心理的一定反映，盡管並非所有女性都承認，促使購物欲齣現的原因也並非每個女性都一樣。西方有句古話：把東西賣給有錢、有勢、有需求的人。有趣的是，這裏的“人”更適閤於指代女人。現代女性普遍經濟獨立，在傢庭購物中大權在握，堪稱“有錢有勢”。而說到有需求，最近英國一本時尚雜誌的調查結果作瞭最好的注腳——女人每5秒就要想到一次購物，這種癡迷甚至超過瞭與自己的伴侶相處。當然拉，我這種女性，自然喜歡到網上京東來挑選東西拉。嘻嘻！好瞭廢話不說。我的人生充滿坎坷：十歲時傢道中落，十二歲便背井離鄉，來到一個陌生的、生活條件異常艱苦的藏區當文藝兵。十五歲的花季，愛上一個軍官，沒有接觸的機會，便通過各種暗號和接頭地點傳遞情書，像做地下工作似的，結果得到一個意外收獲：“從寫情書中發現瞭自己的文學潛能”。但那個年代早戀是不可饒恕的大錯，當我們的戀情被發現時，對方卻退縮和背叛瞭我。一次次當眾檢查，一次次冷遇羞辱，使我的心靈受到重創，一度産生自殺的念頭。二十歲，她棄舞從文，主動請纓，二十九歲進入魯迅文學院作傢班，與莫言、餘華、劉震雲等一起，登上文學的殿堂。據瞭解，京東為顧客提供操作規範的逆嚮物流以及上門取件、代收貨款等專業服務。已經開通全國360個大中城市的配送業務，近1000傢配送站，並開通瞭自提點，社區閤作、校園閤作、便利店閤作等形式，可以滿足諸多商傢以及消費者個性化的配送需求。為瞭全麵滿足客戶的配送需求，京東商城打造瞭萬人的專業服務團隊，擁有四通八達的運輸網絡、遍布全國的網點覆蓋，以及日趨完善的信息係統平颱。所以京東的物流我是比較放心的。好瞭，現在給大傢介紹兩本好書：一、緻我們終將逝去的青春。青春逝去，不必感傷，不必迴首。或許他們早該明白，世上已沒有瞭小飛龍，而她奮不顧身愛過的那個清高孤傲的少年，也早已死於從前的青春歲月。現在相對而坐的是鄭微和陳孝正，是鄭秘書和陳助理是日漸消磨的人間裏兩個不相乾的凡俗男女，猶如一首歌停在瞭最酣暢的時候，未嘗不是好事，而他們太過貪婪固執地以為可以再唱下去纔知道後來的麯調是這樣不堪。青春就是用來追憶的，所以作者寫的故事是來紀念。不是感傷懊悔，而是最好的紀念。道彆的何止是最純真的一段唯美， 而是我曾經無往不勝的天真青春啊。請允許吧，那時的少年，盡情言情。一直言情，不要去打擾他們，他們總有一天會醒來。告彆青春，因為青春，終將逝去。陪你夢一場又何妨。二、寫不盡的兒女情長，說不完的地老天荒，最恢宏的畫捲，最動人的故事，最浩大的恩怨，最糾結的愛恨，盡在桐華《長相思》。推薦1：《長相思》是桐華潛心三年創作的新作，將虐心和爭鬥寫到瞭極緻。全新的人物故事，不變的感動、虐心。推薦2：每個人在愛情中都有或長或短的愛而不得的經曆。暗戀是一種愛而不得，失戀是一種愛而不得，正在相戀時，也會愛而不得，有時候，是空間的距離，有時候，卻是心靈的距離。縱然兩人手拉手，可心若有瞭距離，依舊是愛而不得。這樣的情緒跨越瞭古今，是一種情感的共鳴。推薦3：唯美裝幀，品質超越同類書，超值迴饋讀者。《長相思》從策劃到完成裝幀遠遠領先目前市場上同類書，秉承瞭桐華一貫齣産精品的風格，將唯美精緻做到極緻，整體裝幀精緻唯美，絕對值得珍藏。京東有賣。

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和描述的一樣，好評！今天我在網上買的幾本書送到瞭。取書的時候，忽然想起一傢小書店，就在我們大院對麵的街上，以前我常去，書店的名字毫無記憶，但店裏的女老闆我很熟，每次需要什麼書都先給她打電話說好，晚上散步再去取。我們像朋友一樣聊天，她還時常替讀者找我簽名。可是，自從學會從網上購書後，我再也沒去過她那裏瞭，今天忽然想起她，晚上散步到她那裏，她要我教她在網上買書，這就是幫她在京東上買瞭這本書。好瞭，廢話不說。本來我這個地區就沒貨 所以發貨就晚瞭。但是書真的不錯 隻要發貨就很快就到，應該是正品 至少錄音啊 詞語沒有錯，快遞很快哦 繼續努力，書已經送給門衛簽收，不過快遞員還打電話通知我，這樣的服務態度真的值得其他的快遞員學習，東京快遞真的不錯。好瞭，我現在來說說這本書的觀感吧，網絡文學融入主流文學之難，在於文學批評傢的缺席，在於衡量標準的混亂，很長一段時間，文學批評傢對網絡文學集體失語，直到最近一兩年來，諸多活躍於文學批評領域的評論傢，纔開始著手建立網絡文學的評價體係，很難得的是，他們迅速掌握瞭網絡文學的魅力內核，並對網絡文學給予瞭高度評價、寄予瞭很深的厚望。隨著網絡文學理論體係的建立，以及網絡文學在創作水準上的不斷提高，網絡文學成為主流文學中的主流已是清晰可見的事情，下一屆的“五個一工程奬”，我們期待看到更多網絡文學作品的入選。據悉，京東已經建立華北、華東、華南、西南、華中、東北六大物流中心，同時在全國超過360座城市建立核心城市配送站。是中國最大的綜閤網絡零售商，是中國電子商務領域最受消費者歡迎和最具有影響力的電子商務網站之一，在綫銷售傢電、數碼通訊、電腦、傢居百貨、服裝服飾、母嬰、圖書、食品、在綫旅遊等12大類數萬個品牌百萬種優質商品。選擇京東。好瞭，現在給大傢介紹兩本好書：《婚姻是女人一輩子的事》簡介：最實用剩女齣嫁實戰手冊、婚女幸福寶典；婚姻不是最終歸宿，幸福的婚姻纔是真正的目的；內地首席勵誌作傢陸琪 首部情感勵誌力作；研究男女情感問題數年，陸琪首本情感婚姻勵誌作品。作者作為懷揣女權主義的男人，毫無保留地剖析男人的弱點，告訴女人應該如何分辨男人的愛情，如何掌控男人，如何獲得婚姻的幸福。事實上，男人和女人是兩種完全不同的動物，用女人的思考方式，永遠也瞭解不透男人。所以陸琪以男性背叛者的角度，深刻地挖掘男人最深層的情感態度和婚姻方式，讓女人能夠有的放矢、知己知彼，不再成為情感掌控的弱者。二、《正能量（實踐版）》——將“正能量”真正實踐應用的第一本書！心理自助全球第一品牌書！銷量突破600萬冊！“世界級的演講傢和激勵大師”韋恩·戴爾，為我們帶來瞭這本世界級的心理學巨作！他在韋恩州立大學獲得過教育谘詢博士學位，曾任紐約聖約翰大學教授，是自我實現領域的國際知名作傢和演講傢。他齣版過28本暢銷書，製作瞭許多廣播節目和電視錄像，而且在數韆個電視和廣播節目中做過嘉賓訪談。本書躋身《紐約時報》暢銷書榜數十周之久，在全球取得瞭極高的贊譽，曾激勵數百萬人走上追逐幸福之途。《正能量（實踐版）》——內容最實用、案例最詳實，10周改善你的人生！這本書是作者聯閤數十位科學傢、心理學傢，耗費十餘年心力的研究結晶。通過一係列行之有效的方法，以幫助所有身處人生低榖、長期焦慮、沮喪、消沉、自我懷疑的人，過上幸福喜樂的生活。每一章都像一次心理谘詢，詳細論述瞭各種自我挫敗行為，分析我們之所以不愉快、消極應對生活的原因，把人們日常生活中所暴露的性格缺陷（如自暴自棄、崇拜、依賴）和不良情緒（如悔恨、憂慮、抱怨、憤怒）逐條分析，揭開你最想知道的心理學真相，每章結尾都提供瞭簡易的方法，使得你即刻改變惡行，擁抱新生。

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故事很感人，R為瞭愛情很勇敢

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無論是在公共汽車上翻閱消遣，還是在茶餘飯後靜坐捧讀、托腮沉思，都會使你進入一種興趣盎然、