WOW, this small book is absolutely amazing! It has more to say in it's sparse pages than many a novel I've read.

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What a rare and special find! It's the story of a 14 year old boy named Lorenzo who doesn't fit in. He's the boy in the second row from the back, trying to be invisible, to blend with the walls.

Early on he says 'Why did I have to go to school, you work and you die. Who had decided this was the right way?

Couldn't we live differently?Why didn't they just leave me alone? Why did I h WOW, this small book is absolutely amazing! It has more to say in it's sparse pages than many a novel I've read. What a rare and special find! It's the story of a 14 year old boy named Lorenzo who doesn't fit in.

He's the boy in the second row from the back, trying to be invisible, to blend with the walls. Early on he says 'Why did I have to go to school, you work and you die.

Crack Vodafone Station 2. Who had decided this was the right way? Couldn't we live differently?Why didn't they just leave me alone? Why did I have to be just like others?

Couldn't I live by myself in a forest in Canada?' Trying desperately to fit in, he tells his his parents a little fib. He's been invited on a ski trip with others in his class. His parent's jubilant reaction drives him deeper into the lie with little chance to confess. He decides to spend the week in the cellar of his parents apartment, a chance to finally be alone. Little does he know an unexpected visitor will show up. One who allows him to see the world in a different light.

One who revels many family secrets, leaving Lorenzo with new truths about himself. I must say I was riveted to my seat, unable to do anything but read until I finished. This book explored so many of life's questions. Who decides what is different? What does it matter what others think? Why such a need to keep up appearances?

How far do we challenge what is expected of us? It also delves into how damaging family secrets can be, the pain of addictions, and how life events can change one forever. The more I think of it, the more it invites me to ponder my own life. How can such a slim novel do all this? Niccolo Ammaniti is truly a master of words. Loved this one! A dark but delicious tale—short in length but deep in drama.

I couldn’t put it down! It reminds me that great things often come in small packages. I’m so glad a friend recommended Ammaniti, a young Italian author who holds awards in Europe. I can’t believe he hasn’t caught on in America in a bigger way. He makes other writers look long-winded, and his writing seems effortless. He knows how to tell a big story in a small space.

Speaking of small spaces, most of this story takes place in a cellar. A dark but delicious tale—short in length but deep in drama. I couldn’t put it down!

It reminds me that great things often come in small packages. I’m so glad a friend recommended Ammaniti, a young Italian author who holds awards in Europe.

I can’t believe he hasn’t caught on in America in a bigger way. He makes other writers look long-winded, and his writing seems effortless. He knows how to tell a big story in a small space. Speaking of small spaces, most of this story takes place in a cellar. How the writer manages to turn a claustrophobic situation into a hot adventure story, I’ll never know, but I’m telling you, he does—with cleverness and grace. And even though the story is dark, there are poignant moments where there is light, however brief.