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Learning time: The Angel’s game


Right now, two minutes ago I have finished The Angel’s game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Man, that is some work. I can’t even express what this book did to me.
What do you mean you’ve never heard of it??
This is one of the best pieces of art I’ve ever laid hands on. Seriously. The story .. It just feels real. I’m smiling between tears because I’ve lost a friend I have been in love with for over 400 pages, just as I am happy that I can turn to those 400 pages any day and live his adventure all over again. If you haven’t read it yet do so immediately. It will change your life, I promise you. I envy you the thrill that you will discover in the story.
Because to me it’s not even just a book anymore. It became a friend, a fortune, a bliss.



Learning time: The Angel’s Game & other Zafon books


People say that whoever does not like to read has not yet found the right book. I’ve thought a bit on the matter and I think who said that must have been very wise.

I discovered my love for books first by reading Jane Eyre, then by discovering Carlos Ruiz Zafon. And that’s what I’d like to talk about.

Since I first read The Shadow Of The Wind I knew that that type of books I would like to be able to write. My dad and I instantly loved his stories, his grim, stories set in a dark Barcelona, full of mysteries. I mean, even Stephan King could only praise his work.
If you ever have any time, or want to choose a book, pick The Angels Game. This man has this incredible way of writing and you simply can’t stop reading. I carry my book at school, I read on the bus, at home, whenever I have some free time. His thrillers mixed with love and this owe for books and literature turn every story into a marvelous reading. 🙂


Football Mania


Yes, yes, I watched the Final between Italy and Spain yesterday and yes, it is the reason I am writing this post.
It’s actually really funny how it started.
Last night, we called it a family night, we stayed at home ‘enjoying’ the match. I actually did I enjoy it, as I am a dedicated Spain fan ( I really miss Villa on the the field) while my mom was almost crying to see Italy losing. The whole night I yelled and laughed, feeling the hateful looks on her face. Dad was quite neutral, so I could share with him my joy.
Anyway, today I was out and everyone I heard was chatting about the match. I heard old men calling themselves ‘el niño’ in the middle of the street or ‘ Hey, look, my little Torres.’ Then came the disappointed fans. ‘ I trusted Balotelli. He’s famous for nothing! It was humiliating! ‘ . Basically passionate people putting a lot of passion in their passion.
I found it quite amusing how people are so quickly to judge. It’s hard to put yourself in the other person’s place. Feel what they are feeling. But most easy, and at the same time most stupid is this judging thing. And I’m not strictly talking about the final, but usually, people are very critical.
I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody. said Bill Cosby once, and I certainly agree with him. There’s nothing more pointless than trying to please everyone, because, no matter what you do, that’s simply impossible.

Anyway, leaving aside deep stuff, I must admit, I also screamed at my flat screen.
‘ My baby! One more goal!’. ‘ Noooo. ‘. ‘ Yeeees, ha mom, that’s real football! ‘ and well…
‘ There’s David Villa in the crowd! ‘