A few years ago someone told me I should read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. They said it was their favorite book ever. I waited awhile and then bought it for Levi for Christmas this year. He read it and said it was okay. We sometimes don't have the same taste in books, so I thought I might enjoy it more than he did. I was wrong.
This book was just so boring. Levi said the beginning was slow, but I kind of liked the beginning. It was during the desert wandering that my mind started to wander. I couldn't really focus on the book and just kept drifting to other thoughts. Or I would fall asleep while reading. I can't really tell you half of what happened, because I don't really know.
I liked maybe the 1st 1/4 of the book and the very end. There was just too much in the middle that I "missed".
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