Today Board Baricco.
I had never read about this' man (though I am an admirer of the movie legend of the pianist on the ocean taken from the twentieth century, its story).
Saturday I was in search of books and finding novel Pennac I was looking for, and I wandered through my hands I found Castelli di Rabbia ... why not take it!
(Then I bought a book called Methuselah's Children ... does anyone know anything about this novel called biblical?).
Well, it was a trip! Sinceramante the plot is a little escape me, because every time I wandered dazed through the pages, but there are steps that truly provoke strong emotions, at least in me. When I read these
books so far out from normal excites me, and I become sad at the same time: I will never write a decent book! And another thing ... I always thought a person with a fantasy rather than galloping, but these people are truly out of reach! Others who travel with their eyes open, they run on tracks to us poor mortals, totally unknown. As a little Palahniuk, another character from the greatest respect. And the legendary unsurpassed Gabriel Garcia Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude. Oh God, I begin to need to reread that book, and I need ... I need lifeblood temporary estrangement from everyday life.
What would the world be without imagination? Without film? Without books?? The suicides tripling and nobody would do more children. no fantasy, no hope, no future.
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