《Eleanor & Park》经典读后感10篇
《Eleanor & Park》是一本由Rainbow Rowell著作，St. Martin's Griffin出版的Hardcover图书，本书定价：USD 18.99，页数：336，特精心从网络上整理的一些读者的读后感，希望对大家能有帮助。
《Eleanor & Park》读后感(一)：Puppy Love
读完想起这个词。Teenager的那种小火花——暧昧冲动中混合着羞怯，郑重其事却又有些幼稚，不顾一切最后戛然而止的爱情。那种毛茸茸的感觉，拂来拂去，让心里痒痒的。一下把我拉回中学时代，好久以前又放佛就在昨天。
可能我还是有点老了，小火花看多了有些疲惫，整体缺少一点张力，中间走神了。
《Eleanor & Park》读后感(二)：期望值这种东西
比较喜欢这本书的前半部分，描写Eleanor和Park怎么互相 hit on的，尤其喜欢很多的细节描写，比如Eleanor眼中Park 的肤色是the color of sunshine through honey 还有两个人最初开始心动时手的触碰，卷头发之类的小动作，看的时候一直忍不住捧心，少女情怀井喷式迸发，觉得真是很美好。
后半部分的感动不是特别多，我在反思难道是我之前的言情小说看太多了？只是觉得的确是很棒的两个孩子，尤其喜欢Park。他心里的那句“I‘'m not ready for you to stop being my problem”大概是全书最撼动我的一句话。
大概是我一开始的期望值很高？本来找来看也是因为微博上看到有人说从中间一直哭到最后，自认泪点也不高啊……不过话又说回来，如果不是有了期望值，大概我也不会去翻开这本书了吧。
《Eleanor & Park》读后感(三)：相爱不需要理由
----多少爱情是这样，没有一见钟情，甚至有些反感，只是关注了，他/她就慢慢渗透到你的心里。这种渗透是相互的，彼此关注彼此在乎。
是那样美好而纯洁的爱。握着她的手，就像握着一只蝴蝶，或者跳动的心，就像握着一样完整的活生生的东西。他也牵过其他女孩的手，那和牵外婆的手没多大区别。他也吻过其他女孩子，那种没有感觉的吻让他怀疑自己性取向。原来只是因为没有遇到对的人，就像计算机如果辨认不了一张盘的格式就会把盘吐出来一样。当他摸到Eleanor的手，他就认出来了，他知道。
Eleanor仿佛融化了，即使融成了千万片，她还是能感到他抓住了她的手，能感觉到他的手指在探索她的手掌。
----就是这样，爱是一种探索。每一缕头发每一寸肌肤都让彼此震颤不已。
Don't be mad at me. It makes me crazy.
她爱他，甚至想给他生个孩子，或者给他全部的肾-多么疯狂的想法。
----有时候你想生孩子，不是为本能所驱动，也不是因为周围人的压力，不是老有所依的想法，不是想栓住某人；而是因为你爱他，希望有人延续他的生命，代替你爱他关心他，你想知道你们基因结合会有怎样神奇的结果。
有时就好像她永远没办法给park所给她的那些东西。每天早上他会把所有的珍宝都摆在她面前甚至想都不想，完全意识不到这有多珍贵。
她没有办法回报他，甚至不能好好地谢谢他。你怎么能为Cure谢谢某人，或者X-Man？感觉她好像总是欠他的。
I don't like, I ... ... think I live for you.
Are you over me？
Yeah, over and over and over
Eleanor was right: she never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
《Eleanor & Park》读后感(四)：Cheesy Love
This book is heartwarming and heartbreaking all the same time. It seemed like the relationship between Eleanor and Park shouldn't work, but it does, so well. I was grinning like an idiot while reading because I was just so giddy over their blooming romance. I could feel how much they cared for each other like it was oozing off the page.
quot;Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." I kind like the girl the author depicts. She is unique to me. She is not pretty but attractive. She bears patiently on those terrible things that happened to her----being bullied by classmates, suffering the harsh treatment from her step dad.... I can't imagine what would happen if those sufferings happened to me.
However, I wouldn't say it is the best book that I've read. It was kind disappointing that when I was trying to dig something deeper in this story, I didn't see what the author was trying to say. Frankly, I think this book only stays on the surface.
When I saw the author's photos, I feel like she is writing her own story. Maybe？ I don't know...
《Eleanor & Park》读后感(五)：Two Against the World
我从来没有如此喜欢过一本书和书中的主人公，读完书之后的三天完全走不出情绪，也睡不好，光想着书名就心疼，对结局念念不忘。
这本书在感官,心理方面的细节描写完全可以称得上出神入化，仿佛他们就在站在面前，伸手可触。读书时已经是秋天，但窗外似乎飘来了混合着草莓和蜜糖味道的夏日香气。
是的，这是本可以带来夏日香气的神奇小书。
This is a love story, not a fairy tale.
一些摘抄
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive
I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that？ he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back？ And what did you do when that person was born half a world away？ The math seemed impossible
“You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.”
“I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.”
“I don't like you, Park," she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. "I..." - her voice nearly disappeared - "think I live for you."
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow.
quot;I don't think I even breathe when we're not together," she whispered. "Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me？ How could you want me like I want you？"
He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears.”
“Nothing before you counts," he said. "And I can't even imagine an after."
he shook her head. "Don't."
quot;What？"
quot;Don't talk about after."
quot;I just meant that... I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too.... That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I'm trying to say is, you're it. This is it for me.”
“Damn, damn, damn," she said. "I never said why I like you, and now I have to go."
quot;That's okay," he said.
quot;It's because you're kind," she said. "And because you get all my jokes..."
quot;Okay." He laughed.
quot;And you're smarter than I am."
quot;I am not."
quot;And you look like a protagonist." She was talking as fast as she could think. "You look like the person who wins in the end. You're so pretty, and so good. You have magic eyes," she whispered. "And you make me feel like a cannibal."
quot;You're crazy."
quot;I have to go." She leaned over so the receiver was close to the base.
quot;Eleanor - wait," Park said. She could hear her dad in the kitchen and her heartbeat everywhere.
quot;Eleanor - wait - I love you.”