My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I have recently developed a taste for memoirs and this my third one that I have read. It’s a good book which explores the idea of nostalgia above all else.
I have never been to Chile and do not hope to visit the country in this lifetime, but this memoir has given me as good a taste of the place as if I had a small layover in the country while going somewhere else. Reading about certain customs and practices of the Chilean society made me wonder that my country and Chile is alike in a lot of respects. And I am not talking about the geography of the country but it’s people.
There are so many things Isabel Allende has sketched about Chilean people, that I find around myself in one cursory look.
These days I try to pick books that either teach me something new or inspire me in my writing. Oddly, I could relate so much with the writer who happens to be decades older than me and belongs (if we can say that she belongs) to a country that has been alien to me all these years. This sense of identification with a complete stranger is what I seek to do with my own writing.