"Scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who couldn't defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men."

Whoever knows me knows how deeply I love Alessandro Baricco. This italian author writes the most beautiful stories. Every line is poetry, every time I finish one of his books I feel like it gave me something. He made me fall in love with his peculiar characters, and he always manages to make me feel beautiful through his words.

ENG I'm starting this today! I know I'm late to the party but I say better late than never ;) I'm very excited, everyone I know who has already read Good Omens found it amazing and Gaiman-Pratchett it's like a match made in heaven so... let's begin!

ITA Oggi si inizia così! Ho comprato questo libro secoli fa, ma non sono mai riuscita a leggerlo. Chiunque l'abbia letto mi ha detto meraviglie, quindi non vedo l'ora di dire anche io la mia!

"He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands."

"I'm the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight"