I had not read Olive Kitteridge to re-read with the same innocence of this first time. I remember in an interview Onetti complained of the same evoking the Eça de Queiroz Maia, in part because the books that touch us with his magic wand transforms us, hence the great power of literature. The theme of the book by Elizabeth Strout threads as Olive, a math teacher too surly and after a long journey involves many aspects of their life. All the characters who parade in Olive Kitteridge exude authenticity and make a fresh exciting about American society and therefore the human race. I would not have read
Olive Kitteridge so beautiful to read paragraphs like this:
"many things ignored youth, thought lying beside the man, noticing his hand on his shoulder, arms, oh so many things ignored young people. Unaware that clumsy bodies, were so old and wrinkled as his needy, young and firm, that love could not pull as if such a thing, like a cake on a tray of many that you were going. No, if one offered him love, accept or not accept it. And if the tray had been full of goodness
of Henry and she had found heavy and had a crumb thrown to the ground crumb, it was because did not know what there was to know, that, unconsciously, the days are wasted one after another "
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