Women讀後感
讀完一本書以後，你有什麼體會呢？寫一份讀後感，記錄收穫與付出吧。千萬不能認爲讀後感隨便應付就可以，以下是小編幫大家整理的Women讀後感，僅供參考，大家一起來看看吧。
Mihail Sebastian，羅馬尼亞律師、作家，出生於1907年10月18日，於1945年5月29日因車禍不幸去世。
Women 是一本關於女性的小說，分四章講述了一個男人tefan Valeriu和四個女人的故事。這本書是在小紅書上看到張玫作家推薦的。張玫作家推薦這本書有兩點：一是語言很美；二是其中一位女性關於「家」的描述。我從圖書館拿到手後，讀起來真覺得這本書的語言像音符一樣跳躍着。確實非常美。爲作者駕馭文字的魅力驚歎不已。關於「家」，當交往的對象邀請書中的一位女性住在一起的時候，她堅持要有自己的「家」。這個家不僅是身體的居所，還是靈魂的自由之處。以下是她關於「家」的看法：
"It would have been hard to say why and hard for him to understand. I didn't even try. But I remained firm. I needed my own home, where I could be alone: a room where nobody could ever enter without knocking, a chest where I could lock away whatever I wished, four walls between which I could gather myself, at a remove from the world. A 'fortress mentality' was how you described it once and I didn't know what to say. But don't think this's what it is! I just know that I like my interior life, that my greatest pleasure is to return to it in the evening, and I've retained a very clear idea of home as a 'refuge' (the return of the prodigal son is the only passage in the Bible that has ever moved me) If I haven't ever let my life go to pieces, it's largely thanks to this room in which I'm writing to you today. By being here, I've held myself back so many times from doing crazy things, from losing my temper, from leaping before I looked... And the number of times I've returned here wounded, anxiety written on my face, my arms hanging by my side, unable to make sense of some disaster which had engulfed me, thinking my life was over. When you'd see me in the street a day or two later, I'd smile to myself, thinking how much personal damage lies beneath my calm exterior. Because you would congratulate me for my calmness and I was proud of it-for reasons other than those you image, believe me"
這段生動的表達簡直概括了我關於獨居想說的一切。
去年10月底，搬進曼哈頓上西區的公寓，我纔開始真正意義上的獨居。來美國前，我一直和父母一起居住。雖然曾也在別人的房子裏獨居過幾個月，但因爲不是自己租來的房子，家居陳設並不是自己挑選佈置，所以談不上真正的`獨居。
搬到上西區的公寓，辦公桌、椅子、牀、沙發等傢俱一點點擺弄。直到11月中旬，公寓才初具模樣。某個週日午後，在空蕩的公寓裏，不禁感慨，獨居紐約真是我最好的時光。
坐在這樣的窗前辦公，感覺彷彿擁有了全世界。
坐在這樣的窗前辦公，感覺彷彿擁有了全世界。也是在這個窗前，我寫下關於關於紐約的文字。也不時感慨：如果在二十歲的時候，我就擁有這些該多好。
我的牀甚至都談不上牀。爲了避免在家辦公懶惰，也爲了美觀，我選了chaise（躺椅）替代牀。但是買到的躺椅不夠長，睡覺的時候需要在把腳搭在椅子上。就那樣竟睡了四個月。直到今年四月份，纔出掉躺椅，換成沙發牀。
升級後的「牀」仍然算不上牀
我儘量保持着公寓的空曠和極簡。這是我租來的空間，用於承載我的身體和靈魂。我的睡眠、我的一日三餐、我的工作、我的代碼課、我的健身操、我的放空時光。這個空間不應成爲儲藏室，也不應該讓收拾和打掃佔用我太多的時間。
到去年年底的時候，早上洗漱前，我準備早餐、聽着紐約時報、回覆工作信息的間隙，突然意識到，如果我有伴侶一起生活，我的這些都得收斂。我不會蓬頭垢面在準備早餐，也不會把播客的聲音開到最大，因爲要考慮伴侶的感受。突然地，接納一個人到自己的生活中，便有了犧牲一般的感覺。他得足夠好，我得足夠喜歡，我才願意放棄獨居的樂園。
夏天開始約會後，想到總有一天有人可能需要留宿的，總不能說，我連牀都沒有。9月物色到一張牀墊。牀架拖到現在還沒有去下單。目前一個人的時候還是習慣睡沙發牀。晚上鋪牀，早上需要復原成沙發，開始新的一天。
今天寫在10月的最後一天，回顧搬到這裏的這一年，從未有過任何不順心。房東太太溝通非常讓人舒服，從她那裏我也學習了很多自己溝通需要提升的地方。公寓的鄰居都是哥大的教授，偶爾碰面，都非常和善。如果非要說有什麼不順心，約會失意的幾次可以算得上。但也恰是因爲我的「精神堡壘」，失意時可以肆意放縱，傷心兩天之後，爬起來又是完整的自己。
以下是本書的部分摘抄：
“I have always enjoyed watching Andrei eating and I think his greed is the only truly good thing in him, because (maybe I'm talking nonsense, but I'll tell you anyway) there's something childlike about a greedy man, something which tempers his roughness and self-importance and reduces the intimidating aspect of his masculinity. It's possible that simple, stupid women have managed to live their entire lives with great men, kings, generals, and geniuses just because they ate their dinners with them and had the image before them of petulant, hungry children and it was the only thing that made their majesty tolerable. "
"I've always been an oddball and a loner, always protected my freedom any time a woman tried to time me down. I'm a bachelor by nature and I hadn't understood until then how living with someone could be possible. I, who always lived for surprise and temporary arrangements, found the idea of coming across the same body with the same reactions every night absurd. Perhaps I could find some way to explain how Arabela made me abandon my vocation as a vagabond in love from our first moment together, but bother using psychology to explain something that happened so naturally and which I welcomed gladly? No, no, Arabela would laugh if she read such a thing.”
