Books are fascinating mates, to pamper oneself with this one specially promise to take us through a never imagined world yet so real, so tangible. As you go along in your reading, it encourages to discover the outcome, where Rosa Montero projects her natural talent playing and having fun in her particular way with the main character, projecting not only feelings, imagination and talent.As I started reading I felt cheated, what was I reading: The justification of an occupation as milenary as writing itself, a walk through a writer mind''s amorphous tunnels, or an essay about key writers in the investigation of the narrator. The book transports you through mind''s dark and clear labyrinths, an expresion of ideas flowing sometimes in order and sometimes just letitng see the edge of an idea.You feel a particular fear of the narrator,one of those you experience when you feel that you have found something valuable in the labyrint of understanding, so real among the conclusion of existence, feeling fear to find it, and the emotion itself of the impact with the intellect.She plays with words and all you have to do is smile, great! she had everything planned to demonstrate the endless possobilities that a story has, but could have more.The writer doesn''t give the reader the developed idea, instead just insinuates it,this is fascinating life can be a myriad of possibilities, of course I said; this is a novel in the disguise of an essay. reading gives you the opportunity to meddle in someone else''s imaginary, unreal, personal life, intertwined with documented realities of other writers that have left their legacy for the times and invite you to decide which of their outcomes you prefer:
tortuous and alive as passion itself or candid and inocent but distrssing, fleeting and burning as a ray of sun.
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