I just finished reading Firmin, Sam Savage, Einaudi .
I heard about it everywhere, in the past few days, as of a literary event, not to be missed for those who devours books.
Yeah, because Sam Savage Firmin is a rat ... well, forgive me, ... is a rat who lives in an old library and that, failing to suck mother's milk, it is turning out and about between the different books such as taste and then the cover pages as gargantuan meal. But then regret it when he begins to read books without being able to discover the end because words are finite in its belly. A mouse learned to love beauty, dance and piano.
I, who as Firmino devour books, I finished reading with a little 'bitter taste in the mouth, but not because of cheap ink or paper inrancidita (devour them yes, but not biting): Once again, what for others is "literary event" is often not for me.
This is not to say that the book is not beautiful, it is tempting and appealing in many parts, is crisp and erutido in others, but in others it was for me rather noiosetto.
short, is not one of those books that I devour everything in one go or where not to slow down the libation never finish it, to taste very good, every bite, much.
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