The Witch of Portobello

I just finished reading ‘The Witch of Portobello’ by Paulo Coelho. Its not his greatest of works, there are other books I have liked better (Alchemist, Veronika decides to die, Eleven Minutes), but it’s a good read.

If asked to sum up the book, its about “Love”. The philosophy being “Love is”.

Reminds me of those child day cartoon strips on the newspaper, called Love is. Though the cartoon would always complete that sentence. The book doesn’t.

Paulo Coelho says “Love is”. An end in itself. No descriptions, no definitions.

Love is. In the skies, in the waters, in the air, in our heads, existing without logic. Without caring if its reciprocated, without caring for commitment, without caring for uncertainty, without caring for time.

Love simply is.

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