11 Minutes

then there was rain. and i thank God for that much needed blessing from above. Haha.

i woke up to a chilly, windy, and refreshing morning. it beats waking up to a hot morning, being all sweaty and sticky is the worst way to start your day. i should know. being summer and all, every morning seems to be hotter than the previous one. Gaaaaaahh. i woke up in time for lunch. after some needed hot cocoa, i opted to spend the day in my room. it usually gets the best breeze during the rainy days.

i had my tito bring me a bunch of books that he could let be borrow for the summer, so as my brain won’t rot and shrivel up into nothing. i just finished the book i stumbled upon once upon a time in the Rustans Fully Booked. it was a bit more detailed than i expected it to be. 

of course, i’m talking about 11 Minutes by Paulo Coelho. 

for people who’ve read the book, you know what i’m talking about. 

i never knew that so much thought are put into the work that prostitutes do. well, Maria at least. there’s this whole history of prostitution that was never brought up in any discussion that i had with anybody. maybe because it’s prostitution, but still. it’s kind of fascinating. there’s this whole hierarchy between prostitutes. the book also presented some of the demons and prejudice faced by not only the prostitutes themselves, but also the clients they attend to.

through the story, she learns the trick of the trade and hone her skills. if you know what i mean? Hahaha. being a different kind of woman every night, depending on her clients. she also discovers and learns about man’s very broad and sometimes twisted perspective on sex and love.  

book isn’t only about sex, but i can assure you that there is a bit of it. Hahaha. but it’s also about Maria’s struggle to find the things which was deprived from her when she was growing up. Romance. Adventure. Money. and the hopes of bettering the lives of her mother and father back in Brazil. all of which she aquires with the help of Ralf Hart, a respected artist and so happens to become the love of her life. they help each other find oneself and develop as sexual beings, being passionate and free. and it all ends with a very romantic encounter in Paris.

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i never knew that i would have this sort of appreciation for a book about a Brazilian prostitue in Switzerland.  Hahaha. it goes to show that..

"you should never judge the book by it’s very sexy cover." Haha.

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i’m now flipping through the pages of For One More Day by Mitch Albom. it’s starts with a guy jumping from a water tower, and instantly sees his dead mother.

now who wouldn’t want to read about that.

seriously.