A book I never would have thought I'd own is paulo coelho's eleven minutes...but I do.I bought it ages ago...out of curiousity, its title, its blurb reeling me in. I know the more revered of his books is the alchemist, but I haven't felt like reading it, ever. Maybe someday. Maybe not.
Back to 11 minutes...a book I read, not indifferently. A story of the choices a woman makes and lives by, unapologetically. The love that crosses her path. And the dark side - painted in a fascinating way, luring enough for the reader (read, me) to empathize with her dangerous leanings. The grey zone , where good and bad, moral and immoral fade and blend.
The ending's tame and bright. A frank, brutal look at the age-old human obsession with sex and the eleven minutes it technically takes up.Wonder why I remembered the book all of a sudden. Oh I know...
Oz comes to our shores. I remember watching it quite so often in the US. Another dark, unpretty gritty look at the darker side of the human psyche.
We've clobbered the angrez again...3-0...happy!!!