Isabel Allende
House of Spirits & More
If you do nothing else over the holidays, try to pick up ALL, yes, ALL, every one of Isabel Allende's books. As I am an avid, no probably a greater than avid reader, I have eaten her books whole, barely taking the time to swallow the words they went down so pleasantly.
Never in my reading history, and I've read more than hundreds of books of every genre, have I come upon such a lady of generous words and stories to cause me to clutch delightfully at her every turn of phrase as if I would lose it too quickly.
From Chile to California, and even Spain to London, Isabel Allende allows the journeying of the mind over mountains, through deep valleys, cutting through hearts, souls, and the thoughts of men and women in a way that touches the core of a reader such as myself. Her words drip honey and blood, sadness, lust, and joy. I catch each with a hungry tongue and turn them around in my dreams until I wake believing I am one of her rich characters.
Her books are peopled with folks who might be our neighbors, the storied celebrities of history, the famous and infamous, plain, suffering, active, proactive, political and alive. We feel as we read, their rushing blood and their pulsing heartbeats as they go about the business Isabel has assigned them. Their lives pull us in and hold us prisoner, book after book.
I heartily encourage your readership. Your reward is a forever memory of this champion of authors. I shall find it difficult to replace her with my next newfound discovery of talent. Only Ken Follett has come close, with a more modest comparison of the more simply written Sue Monk Kidd whose characters are yet appealing, touching, and real.
Get thee to they nearest library!! Pronto!
If you do nothing else over the holidays, try to pick up ALL, yes, ALL, every one of Isabel Allende's books. As I am an avid, no probably a greater than avid reader, I have eaten her books whole, barely taking the time to swallow the words they went down so pleasantly.
Never in my reading history, and I've read more than hundreds of books of every genre, have I come upon such a lady of generous words and stories to cause me to clutch delightfully at her every turn of phrase as if I would lose it too quickly.
From Chile to California, and even Spain to London, Isabel Allende allows the journeying of the mind over mountains, through deep valleys, cutting through hearts, souls, and the thoughts of men and women in a way that touches the core of a reader such as myself. Her words drip honey and blood, sadness, lust, and joy. I catch each with a hungry tongue and turn them around in my dreams until I wake believing I am one of her rich characters.
Her books are peopled with folks who might be our neighbors, the storied celebrities of history, the famous and infamous, plain, suffering, active, proactive, political and alive. We feel as we read, their rushing blood and their pulsing heartbeats as they go about the business Isabel has assigned them. Their lives pull us in and hold us prisoner, book after book.
I heartily encourage your readership. Your reward is a forever memory of this champion of authors. I shall find it difficult to replace her with my next newfound discovery of talent. Only Ken Follett has come close, with a more modest comparison of the more simply written Sue Monk Kidd whose characters are yet appealing, touching, and real.
Get thee to they nearest library!! Pronto!
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