Praise for Paolo Coehlo's Like The Flowing River

I know. I'm probably super late with this one. This has probably been around before I was even born. In fact, Most definitely, there's a pdf file for it  online- but I choose to buy books instead of downloading them- not for piracy reasons, despite the fact I am against piracy- its not the main reason as to why I refuse to download files online.

It's simply because I have this obsession for books, just as much as I do for notebooks. The smell of book paper just seems to arouse me more than  any other branded men perfume being sold in the markets. - Boys take note. (LOL!)

One fact about me is that I don't normally tend to stick to bandwagons. The current trend book I read was the  Hunger Games - And I've hardly gotten passed Catching Fire, and barely touched Mockingjay. To this day, I haven't even opened a single Harry Potter book, which I'm only familiar with because I've watched the movies and google the web for unfamiliar terms.  And the LOTR series- except maybe the Hobbit, which is also far from halfway done as well.

 I actually have Brida and The Alchemist with me- and I still haven't read them. Yup. Definitely early signs of being a hoarder. But as my pile of books continue to grow, I just had to purchase two books of his-  I have no idea why I did so, but for some odd reason, as I saw this book being displayed in National Bookstore, I sort of felt this gravitational pull towards it. It was as if the universe was actually telling me, "The answers to you're questions lie in this book. Get it. Now!"

 And so I did. I also got another book. The second one is The Manuscript Found in Accra, I'm filliping through back and fourth with them, but Like The Flowing River seems to strike me more. I've only read six chapters of this book, and already, I've been so hooked. It's a light read, compared to most of his works- as I've been told- And most of his reflections only last a page but its still very  thought provoking. I'd rather read his reflections than a draggy forty five minutes priests sermon that tends to go completely off topic during Sunday mass.

I guess it all just comes with age. Now that I am older, I seem to appreciate works of real life events rather than fiction. I have little bit of more patience to read long texts, understand the big words he uses, And get bigger perspective understanding what he's trying to relay. In fact, his introduction on what makes a writer has only made me more certain that I want it to be my profession rather than singing. This book has officially become a guidebook to me. I don't want to spoil the contents, because it's worth the read. This is the book I'll definitely read over and over again.