It happened in an olive grove.
I was reading Yann Martel’s Life of Pi when Mister and I went to Italy. Enthralled though I was, I did manage to put the book down and enjoy the traveling. Then we settled into an apartment in a Tuscan olive grove for a few days. There wasn’t so much go, go, going. It was chill. It was quiet. It was lovely.
One day, Mister went for a walk through the olive trees. I stayed at the apartment and read. He was gone for a while and I was able to finish the book. As it happened, I finished the final lines of Life of Pi just as Mister was returning to the apartment. That’s why he came in to find me hyperventilating, tears streaming down my face. Because I was so deeply affected by it, he read Life of Pi once we returned home. I don’t like to speak for him, but I feel confident in saying we both love this book.
Mr. Ang Lee has now made a film version of this amazing book and the film will open November 21st. As I understand it, “Life of Pi” just premiered at the New York Film Festival – to rave reviews. I won’t be reading those reviews for fear of learning too much about the film. And believe me, I will be seeing that film come opening weekend.
If you’ve read Life of Pi, I’m guessing you’ll be seeing the film, too. If you’ve not read it, here’s your chance. Please, please, please read this book! It’s one of my favorites. Ever. Ever! You don’t have to buy it. The library is your friend! Honestly, I encourage you to give yourself the gift of reading Life of Pi. It changed me. If you’re lucky, after reading it, you’ll be able to say the same.
And If you find yourself hyperventilating and crying at the book’s end, don’t worry. Really. That’s what a great book can do. We all should be such lucky readers.