In time I developed a particular sense for books. Sometimes I look at a book, I feel a need to look left and right, to be sure no one else saw her, and I reach to take her. I know that she (one of the best things about my native language is that all books are a “she” and not an “it”) will give me access to a new universe where I will laugh, I will cry and that will satisfy my hunger for a while.
That happened with Good Omens (The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter Witch) written by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. I found it on a shelf of foreign literature in a library. I reached for her while I looked left and right and a big smile covered my face.
I bought the book that was tickling my fingers, making me smile as a prophecy of breaks that will disrupt the moments in which I will read her, moments dedicated to loud laughter. From Terry Pratchett I knew what to expect, after Color of Magic, but I was curious of what will come out from a combination with Neil Gaiman’s American Gods and Anansi Boys. These books have a place in the front row of my bookshelves so I can pass my fingers over them and bring them back to my memory while I sit at my desk.
I finished reading the book this morning and, while I was watching with a never-ending smile the latest cover, I knew that I will read this book again once winter starts.