Its a habit of mine to pick books without looking and try to fall in love with them , today I peaked a little bit and saw that it says in the cover:
السير على طريق مفروش بالليمون ... متفائل في الأندلس
and I was like: I am so taking this book ,,,, I have already started missing Spain and this looks like a good read for now.
At home I gave it a shot and before I knew it I was 50 pages away inside the nice nice story ,,,, Maybe another reader would not be as thrilled as I was -its a good book but- for me its like a postcard that was suddenly sent to me from a place that I visited and holds a dear dear place inside my heart ....
It takes place in Las Alpujarras de Granada ,,, the book is great , I downloaded it Spanish version and as I read something inside me wonders: can those who has never been to Alpujarras see what I am seeing? Feel what I am feeling?
A good book is a sign of good life. I am having one now :)