Here you find some of my reviews.
I always have a favorite book, not always the same. A Man by Oriana Fallaci has been my favorite book for many years starting from late 70’s. In the 80’s I met Marquez, Allende, Moravia. I read Anna Karenina in the 90’s and for many years it was my beloved one. I had a crash on De Carlo’s Due di Due but it could not replace Anna K. I read each day. It does not matter how tired, or angry, or happy. I even read a book when my first child was born and they left me alone in the room afterwards. Like an addicted, I read when the children were small, English, Norwegian, once I even read a book in Portuguese which I do not know only because I did not have anything else to read. Then Kindle, and audio books came and the situation changed a bit – I would never read a book in Portugese now – but reading remains the same, reading is life.
Knausgård’s six books made such a strong effect on me that I did not manage to read any books for a couple of months. I only read newspapers, which usually I do not read. During winter 2015, I discovered Elena Ferrante. She took me back to Italy and back in time, she took me to Napoli, Pisa, Firenze, and Torino. She took me in Italian school classrooms, universities, dirty small streets, lies and intrigues. Ferrante’s Lila learnt even how to program computers and redeems his life with informatics. I was ecstatic and reading the third book Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay, I almost felt that I had come back to Italy my self.
The fourth book – The Story of the Lost Child – disappointed me a bit but still for many weeks, the tetralogy and its Lila, Elena, and Nino, were in my heart in the place where Alexandros Panagoulis, Anna Karenina, and Karl Ove have had the privilege of being before.
In the following I will try to reconstruct all the books I have read. I think they must be 1000, I will add when I have time and remember.
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