By Tabitha Makumi,
There’s always a first for everything. Learning to ride a bike and falling your ass off a million times. Tasting your first beer or wine and realizing you love it a tad too much. (better watch out) Or learning to drive and never getting the hung of shifting gears and all that crap that makes you thank the car deities for coming up with automatic automobiles.
Well, for this lady right here, my first time reading a Paulo Coelho novel. Yeah, yeah, I know. I should be ashamed of myself. Which rock did I just crawl out of and could I just slide back right under it. Who admits to such an atrocious thing…off with their heads.
Somehow, I never got around to reading “The Alchemist” which has been read by folks who do not like books much. People who would rather watch paint dry than spend their Sunday afternoon reading a chapter or two of any book of their choosing. People who can’t stay still and finish a 200 pages Mills and Boons (cough) paperback novel. But yeah, they’ve read The Alchemist and “Oooh…it is the best darn book I have ever read,” is their favourite line.