Το κομμάτι που λείπει συναντά το Μεγάλο Ο by Shel Silverstein
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Some books just meet your life like passing comets. You can’t possibly predict their coming or the respective impact they’re going to have on you, but there they go, shooting across the night-sky of your life. Spectacularly… It’s almost as if they become so important for you precisely because they come out of nowhere.
It was the same with this little book. It was a nice day in Kerkyra a few weeks ago. Me and a couple of newly-met friends wanted to go somewhere for a “coffee” (raki with honey as it later turned out!). This fateful place was to be Cafe Del Art, a little cafe bar hidden in some typically quaint obscure little Corfu sidestreet I would have never found on my own.
“Oh, it’s a shame. They have such beautiful lighting here normally. Maybe it’s too early”, said Danai as we were sitting at a table next to the window. “Oooh! That book! Do you know it? I love it!”, she added, eyeing a book sitting in a corner of the little shop and handing it to me. It was, of course, the book I’m writing this “review” about.
Yes, it’s a picture book. Inconspicuous, right? One could easily dismiss it at first sight as merely a children’s book. Heh. Another strong message one could get from it is that judging a book from its cover is seldom wise. This book can talk on fantastically different levels to people of different ages. Don’t they say, after all, that if one knows her stuff she’ll be able to explain it to a child? I don’t know about the children that read this book, but I Understood. And I urge everyone to experience how inspirationally and masterfully just a few simple shapes and sentences can carry a profoundly deep message on the meaning of the human condition. Things we all know are true deep inside; we’ve only been looking away for too long.