- Posted by Eyal Rosen
- Mon, 03/15/2010 - 05:40
Coffee, the angel's game
"When she returned with the steaming coffee, I had just read the last page. Isabella sat down opposite me. I smiled and slowly sipped the delicious brew. The girl wrung her hands and gritted her teeth, glancing now and then at the pages of her story, which I had left face down on the table. She held out for a couple of minutes without saying a word.
'And?' she said at last.
'Superb.'
Her face lit up.
'My story?'
'The coffee.'"
From The Angel's Game, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
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REVIEWS & COMMENTS
COFFEE IS POETRY!
Son Ton | Tue, 01/24/2012 - 01:55Coffee is poetry in this case indeed! From drinking coffee, poetry flowed naturally just like that thick juicy coffee juice flowing unto our body
HMM I WILL HAVE TO READ UP
intrepid510 | Tue, 11/22/2011 - 13:01Hmm I will have to read up on this book, thanks for the pick!
WHO KNEW
Wakeknot | Fri, 09/30/2011 - 20:00you could get suggested reading on a coffee website?
OUCH!
EricBNC | Mon, 09/05/2011 - 18:41That conversation probably went south fast - unless he poured her a cup too.