'60 days' meme: day 4
Little bit late in my time zone, but never mind. Here is the list. Today's question is a little bit easier for me to answer: my favourite book. Although One Hundred Years of Solitude comes in at a very close second, my favourite book is, and has for a long time been, If on a winter's night a traveller by Italo Calvino. I think I was 13 or 14 when I read this book for the first time, but I was younger than that when I started it for the first time - I was in a bookshop, started reading and fell in love. It wasn't until maybe a year later that I rediscovered it and finally bought it for myself. What I love about that story is that it resonates with some of the themes of the novel itself - the magic of bookshops, unfinished stories and falling in love.
If, on a winter's night, a traveller, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope, without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow (in a network of lines that interlace/in a network of lines that intersect) on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave, what story down there awaits its end?
If, on a winter's night, a traveller, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope, without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow (in a network of lines that interlace/in a network of lines that intersect) on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave, what story down there awaits its end?