Literature is beautiful. There are loads of Terry Pratchetts and Jasper Ffordes to make you laugh and sometimes think about the wisdom that lies deep beneath their jokes. There is Nick Hornby taking you for a tour of someone else's absolutely usual life.
Literature is not always about great deeds or true heroes. Literature doesn't always make you laugh. Sometimes it is there to make you cry. It makes you feel sick. Words that hit you as if a train was crossing your path. Stories that make you want to put aside the book because you know that what happens will end up in a mess making you feel terrible for the rest of the day or even more. But on the other hand you simply can't let go, because you are enchanted by the words.
Even though (or exactly because?) the story is narrated in many different ways, even though you have to build it in your head from the patches of information you gain from the book, even though there is much more than a simple story in the book and even though you cannot tell which parts of the story are true and which ones are phantasy, even though it is crowded of anti-heroes - some books may give your thoughts (if not your life) a new direction.
Jonathan Safran Foer's "Everything is illuminated" is one of those books. Go and get a read.
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