I am reading a book from Nicole Krauss, who I met in the Literature Fair in Parati (FLIP). She is a young New Yorker consecrated by the literature critic, married to other young revelation, Jonathan Safran Foer.
The History of Love is her second book. I bought it because besides the critic, she seemed pretty nice and also because I loved the name of the book.
It tells 3 non linear parallel stories that meet themselves sometime. And the book is written with the closeness of who really knows the most intimate anguishes of human soul.
I started reading it in the swimming pool of the House Ship, where there was a party going on. And I could concentrate. A proof that it is good.