Eleven Minutes

With what allowance that was given by me momma,
I set my sails to VivoCity to get me some.

Books, that is.
Or rather, Book.
Under a twenty bucks budget, I got meself a Paulo
Coelho masterpiece- Eleven Minutes.
A highly erotic story about the trials and tribulations
of a Brasilian (with an 's' not a 'z') girl and her progression
from an innocent adolescent to a pretty lady.
Stereotypes are discussed and dissected and the wants
and desires of Brasilian women from distant pallid
villages are explored and mentioned with great
intricacy.
A highly stimulating and enjoyable read.
A must for us 'hormone enraged' teens.

And Paulo Coelho writes in Portuguese.
But still his translated version, translated by
a women linguist(perhaps?), evokes great
reactions and rave reviews.
Shows how excellent a writer Coelho is even when
his text might have been lost in translation, it is
still warmly and widely received.
Or Kudos to the interpreter?
Nonetheless, a book never to miss out.

Oh, and thousand apologies Jamie =[
Sorry for buyin you that hot caramel macchiato
and the keys sorry sorry sorry
Hah tho' you still owe me Ben&Jerry's =]

Turrah.