Today I have started reading Misery by Stephen King.
I never read books in English because since I cannot really get the linguistic nuances, I end up thinking that the story is superficial. I can never really get involved into the plot, I always feel detached, a bit absent. I force myself to keep my attention high, I must always be aware that I AM READING AND I WANT TO REMEMBER, otherwise my mind just slips away. I go on turning pages without being focused on them. It will be like this with this novel too, I already know it, but still I want to get to the end - which is clearly far. I have read only 14 pages and the book is pretty thick. But I must be strong and carry on (thank you Eric Clapton!) ;)
I have just finished "Non avevo capito niente" by Diego De Silva. More than 300 pages devoured in two days. I did appreciate the irony, the mental passages, the flow of consciousness, the depth of the main character Vincenzo Malinconico that I fell in love with, if you can ever fall in love with a character.
Before that, I read "L'illusione del bene" by Cristina Comencini. It's not a bad book, I wouldn't say that, but there are too many facts and too few feelings. It would be easy to get a screenplay out of it. You can quickly visualize the story instead of reading it. Well, If I want to see a movie, I'll see a movie. Since I am reading a book, it's something else what I expect.
Let's go back to Misery - I already feel so miserable ;)