After reading The Witch of Portebello I was quite turned off by Paulo Coelho. His novels are usually philosophically and soul seeking, stories which you need to interpret to make it your own.
This novel however was more close to home, about the routine of life and understanding the need to live life and find the meaning towards wanting to be happy. Cliche? Well, it isn't without touching on all these cliches that this man has sold millions of his books.
Veronika is a 24 year old girl who attempts suicide since she wants to die happy, in the midst of her youth so she can die beautiful and fulfilled. But she wakes up in a mental hospital surrounded by lunatics who help her understand life and herself in a new way. The enjoyable part of this story was the idea of insanity; those who go against the norm are always crazy so we act a certain way to keep order. It's the age old story of laws restricting man from being himself because anarchy can never be peaceful.
Coelho's too dense for me, almost like listening to a lecture rathar than reading a novel. This could be highly due to the translation of his books but this will be the last of his works that I will be spending any of my time on.
There is also a film based on this book starring Sarah Michelle Gellar that was released last year. I'm intrigued to watch it now and hope it holds the same essence as the novel.
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