I'm reading Amin Maalouf's Ports Of Call, and while his books always prove to be a pleasure, this one seems to be even more captivating. If not for the great story and events,the personalized history telling and the depth of characters, which are common traits in all his books, then it's for the artistic way in which he uses his words, the way he expresses himself, and how touching his writings can be. I keep coming back to these couple of lines, in which he represents ever so eloquently, how a typical Arabian father figure, is looked at differently, according to whether you're a boy or a girl:
'It was as if for her, my father was a roof; for me, a ceiling. The same words, the same tone of voice that reassured her and gave her confidence, unsettled me and made me gasp for air"
Absolutely Brilliant!
April 2008
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