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Books I dig 002: Salman Rushdie – The Enchantress of Florence (2008)

This is a fairytale for grown ups. That is the shortest and simplest opinion I could give you about this book. However, it would be too short and too simple for such an enchanting story.

Before I started reading I saw this quote from a review on the backside cover of the book, which said: ‘My first desire on finishing it was to go back and re-read it. … ” Catherine Lockerbie, Scotsman. My first thought on someone wanting to re-read a book right after completing it was, “that’s a bit foolish I think. I’ve never had this feeling after finishing a book.” Yes, wanting the story to continue or wanting to know more about what happens to the person(s) in the story in the future, that feeling I did have, but never an urge to re-read it. And yet (you what I’m about to say, but I’m going to say it anyway), it was exactly what I thought. The story was finished. So there was no urge to wonder about what could/would happen next. But I sure as hell wanted to submerge myself again in this fantastic Indian or Italian (or even Ottoman) world described by Salman Rushdie. I have to admit that both India and Italy are two of my favourite countries to visit. Nonetheless, I think that even people unfamiliar with these countries will love the versions of these countries through the eyes of Rushdie’s characters.

Rushdie let’s his characters philosophize about sociology, spirituality, love, passion, war and the way they want to be part of future history like they are talking and thinking about the history of the past. He makes his characters real, dangerous and even likeable (even when they aren’t very likeable).

Definitely one of my favourite books.

Books I dig 001: Markus Zusak – The Book Thief

The Book Thief

Never. Never in my life have I read a book that covers so many of the emotions in the emotional spectrum. Never have I had so much reading cruel and evil stuff about Nazi-Germany. Never did I know (even though it obviously makes a lot of sense) that so many civilian Germans suffered from more than just allied bombing (e.g. being poor). Never while reading a book did I think to myself “Wow, this guy can write son!”, so often. Never have I read a book that had such an original narrator who is so (rightfully) integrated, so the right man for the job and so well (and complete) developed.

Never would I have want to miss out on ‘The Book Thief’.