I was reading along in this book, and I encountered a section where Coelho referred to his previous novel "The Alchemist." It seemed so egotistical, that I was jaded for the rest of the book. And why is it that when this woman does "make love," the man is still in the dominating position? The chauvinistic voice of the author ekeed through there. And finally, I just didn't get how this woman's soul was opened up by some guy she didn't really know, who she could barely communicate with since she'd been speaking French for only a few months.
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