Name: Siddartha
ISBN: 9780613572743

Hermann Hesse

The story of a Brahmin's son whose search for enlightenment leads him to the river of life itself.

Siddartha

Stan D

Inês Alegria Ferreira

This book was really enjoyable to read. I wouldn't say that it blew me away, hence the 3 stars. Overall I though it had a pretty writing it was easy and fast to get through. It also will definitely make you think about certain aspects of life and what it is like to be human, to live among others, and to live in peace. It also has some ideas on what is love, what is our destiny in this world and how we choose to spend our time.
At the same time I did found it to be a little repetitive and redundant. Many of the statements just sounded a little empty and shallow, almost like those corny Instagram quotes if you know what I mean ahahah. But again it was fun and you can easily read it in a couples of days.

Lutu

Caspar S

Alissa Clausius

Anugerah

HERMAN. HESSE

Siddhartha is a novel by Hermann Hesse that deals with the spiritual journey of self-discovery of a man named Siddhartha during the time of the Gautama Buddha. The book, Hesse's ninth novel, was written in German, in a simple, lyrical style. It was published in America in 1951 and became influential during the 1960s. Hesse dedicated the first part of it to Romain Rolland and the second part to Wilhelm Gundert, his cousin. The word Siddhartha is made up of two words in Sanskrit language, siddha (achieved) + artha (what was searched for), which together means "he who has found meaning (of existence)" or "he who has attained his goals". In fact, the Buddha's own name, before his renunciation, was Siddhartha Gautama, Prince of Kapilavastu. In this book, the Buddha is referred to as "Gotama"

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michael mann

endition

Roberto

Luis Ponce

Hyshe Thaufeeg

Federico Lanzani

Silvia Franz

"THE SON OF THE BRAHMANIn the shade of the house, in the sunshine of the riverbank near the boats, in the shade of the Sal-wood forest, in the shade of the fig tree is where Siddhartha grew up, the handsome son of the Brahman, the young falcon, together with his friend Govinda, son of a Brahman. The sun tanned his light shoulders by the banks of the river when bathing, performing the sacred ablutions, the sacred offerings. In the mango grove, shade poured into his black eyes, when playing as a boy, when his mother sang, when the sacred offerings were made, when his father, the scholar, taught him, when the wise men talked. ..."