The unbearable Lightness of being 9/55

Have you ever read a book that make you heave a sigh of amazement and say "If this is the only book i ever read in my life...it is enough."

This is it.

this book flows like a poetry ringing in the dawn of spring.

The cry of a wretched revolutionary.

The tinkle of laughter from the child's gleeful luscious lips.

The blood shed of young soldiers on the bullet-sweeping battle-field.

It is MUD and it is Flamboyant Flowers right at the same time.

The philosophy and the depth of it overwhelms me as a person.

Reading this book...I feel overwhelmingly anachronistic. like people of another era or space of existential goodness...i walk on the space on this earth like the players of a Shakespearean play. We all have our entrances and exits. We exist for 7 acts. Sometimes for a shorter period of time.

This book leaves me speechless.

It is a tool of escapism as well as a tool of realism.

Ratings: This book is beyond ratings.