Last week I read another Paulo Coelho’s book – The Alchemist. I had heard a lot about it and in spite of not liking “River Piedra” much, I went on to read it. Frankly speaking, it was another painful book to read and I wonder why I did not stop reading until I reached the end.
It is about some guy who loved traveling and became a shepherd. The beginning is Ok, but then what follows is mostly crappy. He has some supernatural dreams and he meets some vague people. He believes that he shall find some treasure near the pyramids and he sets off in search of it, though it was quite a risky venture.
All throughout his journey to the pyramids, the author gives vague fundaes on supernatural stuff - the soul of the world, the purity of the heart, the soul of the desert, etc. Ultimately this guy becomes so powerful that he can control the wind n all !!!
The ending is not that bad after all. While this guy is digging near the pyramids, another person comes over and asks what he was doing. He replies that he was searching for some treasure, which he had dreamt about. The other person says that all these dreams were crap, that he had also seen a dream that he would find some treasure at some dilapidated church. Now, the description of the church was exactly that of the place, where this guy had seen the dream. So basically, the treasure was right below the guy, while he was dreaming about the pyramids!!!!
If someone enjoys vague fundaes on supernatural stuff then it’s an excellent book for him. But personally, I like books which are closer to real life – books like those of Ruskin Bond – those that bring out the moments of joy and sorrow concealed in the trivialities of life.
It is about some guy who loved traveling and became a shepherd. The beginning is Ok, but then what follows is mostly crappy. He has some supernatural dreams and he meets some vague people. He believes that he shall find some treasure near the pyramids and he sets off in search of it, though it was quite a risky venture.
All throughout his journey to the pyramids, the author gives vague fundaes on supernatural stuff - the soul of the world, the purity of the heart, the soul of the desert, etc. Ultimately this guy becomes so powerful that he can control the wind n all !!!
The ending is not that bad after all. While this guy is digging near the pyramids, another person comes over and asks what he was doing. He replies that he was searching for some treasure, which he had dreamt about. The other person says that all these dreams were crap, that he had also seen a dream that he would find some treasure at some dilapidated church. Now, the description of the church was exactly that of the place, where this guy had seen the dream. So basically, the treasure was right below the guy, while he was dreaming about the pyramids!!!!
If someone enjoys vague fundaes on supernatural stuff then it’s an excellent book for him. But personally, I like books which are closer to real life – books like those of Ruskin Bond – those that bring out the moments of joy and sorrow concealed in the trivialities of life.
