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Paulo Coelho and me

I give up. Pardon me, but I can never understand what point does Paulo Coelho wishes to make through/in his books. I know I know he has a point, but why a big book when the story in that book in no way helps one(atleast me) to understand the point(!)?

When I started "The Alchemist", I did it with an optimistic mind that I'm going to for sure learn something.
And then, as I progressed, putting aside the learning part, I couldn't understand the previous line as I progressed through the next line.. lines turned to paras.. paras to pages but I was there - Blank.

When the feeling I got in my first encouter faded, I started with Veronika Decides to Die and the history repeated itself.

BUT....

All said, he makes few fine and strong impressions through his words... like in Alchemist , its about chasing your dreams and being positive no matter whatever happens.

In Veronika... "Its always necesssary to have restraint madness"

I think just few notes like these make one to pick up a Paulo Coelho during their next visit to a bookstore.

Reading Brida
- ME!

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  1. I know i love this guy and may be while reading i wonder what his poitn is goign to be, but he always impresses me by the end of all the reading :)

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