Nagu varasemates postitustest lugeda saab, lugesin ma Fuerteventura reisil ühtekokku viis raamatut. No olgu, viimase raamatu viimased leheküljed lõpetasin kodus samal õhtul.
Kõige rohkem jäi mulle meelde Carlos Ruiz Zafóni teos “The Shadow of the Wind”. Eelkõige oma keelelisusega ning väga haarava ülesehitusega ning ma lõpuks lihtsalt vaimustusin nendest tegelaskujudest. Raamatut lugedes märkisin ma üles ka mõned lõigud ja laused, mis mulle eriti südamesse läksid. Hiljem Goodreadsi vaadates, siis neid lauseid ja mõtteteri ma sealt ei leidnud, vähemalt ei hakanud silma. Ma võtan vabaduse need siia ümber kirjutada. Nagu raamat, mida lugesin, on need inglise keeles.

“This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person, who wrote it and of course who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a biok changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”

“Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular costumer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lived and sculpt a place in our memory to which, sooner or later – no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn on forget – we will return.”

“My voice, rather stiff at first, slowly became more relaxed, and soon I forgot myself and was submerged once more into the narrative, discovering cadences and turns of phrase that flowed like musical motifs, riddles made of timbre and pauses I had not noticed during first reading. New details, strands of images and fantasy appeared between the lines, and new shaped revesked themselves, like the structure of a building looked at from different angels.”

The man put the book back on the pile, nodding indifferently and ignoring my question. “I say reading is for people who have a lot of time and nothing to do. Like women. Those of us who have to work don’t have time for make-believe. We’re too busy earning a living. Don’t you agree?”

“Is it true you haven’t read any of these books?”
“Books are boring.”
“Books are mirrors:you only see in them what you already have inside you,” answered Julián.

“No, as if she were a blessing,” Fermín corrected. “Look, Daniel. Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it yourself.”

“I’m an optimist, and I tell myself that what goes up comes down and what goes down must, one day, go up again. Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it’s an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce bybthe day.”

Tegelikult on mul kahju, et ma seda raamatut ei saa originaal keeles lugeda.

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