I love writing, but apparently I don't have any talent, or I can't find it (if it's something you can find), so my dream of becoming a writer is just that. I'm a lawyer now (yup, no kidding).

Anyway, I love books, music, movies, pizza, lemon pie and people with good sense of humor.  If you don't have any, if you make Mary Bennet look funny, interesting and witty, or if you're a fanatic that's still not acquainted with the fact that people have their own personal taste and therefore, their own opinions about books, music, movies, etc., so you can't bear that another person dislikes your favorite book, song, movie, etc., then please don't talk to me. Let's save the awkwardness :)

Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse, Hilda Rosner * There may be a little spoiler *The time: an old one. The place: India. There's this guy named Siddhartha, who was everyone's love and joy. A wise and decent young man who inspired everyone around him, but himself. He wasn't content with his life and everything around it, spiritually speaking. He felt it wasn't enough. And why wasn't it enough? I don't know, but it's in human nature to wonder about the essence of things, like the existence of God, of any god. He was in a better position, though. He was certain that a superior entity existed, he just needed to know and feel more. Those who aren't sure, who are floating in the middle, those people experience the worst kind of uncertainty, a painful one.After a while, he thought that everything he had wasn't enough to be satisfied, blissful. He thought that his father and the other Brahmans already gave him all the wisdom they had. But "the vessel was not full, the spirit was not content, the soul was not calm, the heart was not satisfied". So, he leaves his family and good friend Govinda, and begins a life of contemplation, hoping to gain some spiritual illumination. He became a Samana. However, these guys' philosophy didn't satisfy his heart either, therefore, he continues his quest, alone.A river and a ferryman later, he finds a city called From living a peaceful, contemplative life to livin' la vida loca. Siddhartha meets Kamala, a beautiful and intelligent woman who teaches him everything about love and... stuff. Nevertheless, after some years, this empty lifestyle of earthly pleasures tires him, and makes him go back to the river, which gave him the inspiration he was looking for. After some time, after certain situations, he was able to listen to the river's voice with the ferryman, now Siddhartha's spiritual guide, and he finds enlightenment. He reaches the Nirvana on his own. This is a beautiful story about a man's journey of self-discovery. A wise young man that had his ups and downs like every human being. After that time of pleasures and materialism, he went back to the spiritual enlightenment he was looking for. However, that time he spent with Kamala, can't be considered a waste. He needed that in order to achieve something greater. Both the ascetic life and the Kamala life helped him to gain experience and thus, to return to the path he was intended to walk. Sometimes, we all need to hit rock bottom just to go back to the right track again. And if staring to an apparently talking river helps you and your spiritual growth, so be it.Despite any ironic comment, I loved this book. It kicks that Alchemist's butt; several times. It really is an inspirational book, in my opinion; it makes you wonder and think about things you thought you knew. I read it in English and Spanish at the same time; it was like reading two different books, of course. But I can say I liked Hesse writing style, if there's something of his style in those translations. (I have to learn French, German and Italian, and thus, I shall find peace.) Metaphors, reflections, descriptions, people, feelings; they're all beautifully written. He tends to repeat terms in one passage and that gives it a graceful sound when you read it (and sometimes it's just redundancy). I don't know if that only makes sense in my head. Probably.I like philosophical novels, and this one was no exception. I don't know if it's going to change my perspective on life (I think I'm still on my "discontent phase" and haven't found any rivers yet) but it was a delight to read.

Currently reading

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The Brothers Karamazov
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