here's one of my favorite books. i finished reading it in kulusuk, in east greenland. and i often travel back to it, i walk in venice and i feel the love they felt in morning coffees in italy. today i was walking in the morning and felt the book in me. i don't know anyone who writes about love and everything around it as well as ian mcewan. when love is not glamorous nor shinny and it doesn't make people feel happy all the time. it's love, with everything it brings, in its complexity and immensity and with all it brings and it takes away. ian mcewan somehow captures all of its sides. the day i finished reading the book in kulusuk i got a love letter delivered to me by snow mobile. it came from far away, from another land with good morning coffee (obrigada!)
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