I finished reading Paulo Coelho’s “Eleven Minutes” last night. You see, I was never, and probably will never be, a big fan of Paulo Coelho- his books attempt to scrape life to find deeper meaning much too much for a person like me. Yet, I do love his very smooth writing style, and Coelho’s books always manage to make me stay up till the early hours of dawn turning page after page.
“Eleven Minutes” was no exception when it comes to Coelho’s writing excellence, although my favorite Paulo Coelho book remains “Veronika Decides to Die“. “Eleven Minutes” though does contain some interesting insights into analyzing the bigger difference between love, passion, and infatuation, and of course, like all Paulo Coelho books, it philosophically tries to break the essence of life apart.
The book opens with a rather bizarre sentence: “Once upon a time, there was a prostitute called Maria,” and the rest of the book is a narrative of Maria’s observations and experiences, her emotions, dreams and efforts to comprehend life. And like all books that start with “Once upon a time”, “Eleven Minutes” ends with a happy ending.
Other book reviews on AndFarAway:
The Mists of Avalon
All My Friends are Superheroes
The Lord of the Rings
His Dark Materials
Blood and Gold
The Time Traveller’s Wife