I just finished reading
The Alchemist. My mind is still spinning and trying to process all it has taught me. It's the first book I've actually read cover to cover in over ten years! Yes I said
ten. That's not to say I don't read, because glancing at my night stand I just counted fifteen books I'm
currently reading. Some were started a few months ago, one as far back as maybe 2007. None have accomplished what this one did, in the two days I read it.
None have called to me, spoken to me, and set my spirit free the way this one has done.
I don't remember who the first person was that told me to read this book, but it was years ago. Since then it seems like everyone I know has read it. What finally prompted me to actually do so, was a
little white-lie. A friend whom I greatly admire, and who thinks much like I do, asked me for like the tenth time if I'd read it yet. I lied, and said that
yes I finally was. So that day I stopped at
Barnes & Noble after
hot yoga and picked it up. I figured that lie had a very short expiration date.