Yesterday, I got the most pleasant suprise, my sister gave me a copy of the latest book by Paulo Coelho as a belated birthday gift.

I’ve just finished my first reading of the book and my first impression was that it is a very very dangerous book. It is an encounter with a total new way of being, a sort of crossroads from where life moving forward will never be the same again. It is a call to be different and yet at the same time sets you up for failure.

Many will read the book, feel that stirring within to dare to be bold, to be different and then when faced with the mundaneness of reality, cast their dreams aside and settle for a world that is familiar, safe, and more easily understood. Others though may recognise the stirring as that magic that has guided the best moments in their lives and choose to wake up to it and pay more attention to the signs that life throws along their path.

This book can only bring to you what is already part of your existence and the danger is that there are those that may fail to recognise this.

I want to read it again. I devoured it all in one evening and now I want to take time and be with the subtleties and the nuances. Like all of Paulo’s books, they seem to find me with some sense of serendipity, showing up at just the perfect time, revealing something to me that I am finding myself bringing into closer focus. I suppose it is because when writing his books, he chooses to be guided by the Divine, becoming like his Athena a way in which we can come into contact with the Soul of the World.

Thank you Mr. Coelho.