Oh, what superlatives do I reach for when describing a book that so enriched my heart and mind, that I wept on finA marvelous memoir of a real mensch.
Oh, what superlatives do I reach for when describing a book that so enriched my heart and mind, that I wept on finishing? That I slowly savoured the last few pages, realising that my state of blissfulness was coming to an end. That the author is no longer living, to weave his magic on the shores of the literary pantheon. But he leaves his mark as "a book' that he wished to be in childhood, the one covered with an image of a young lad reading a book lying on a verdant bed, with another book as his pillow.
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