Childhood.
She preferred not to torment her daughter with earthly demands, for she had a premonition that her daughter was a heavenly being, and that she was not destined to last very long in the vulgar traffic of this world.
It is a delight for me to read her notebooks from those years, which describe a magic world that no longer exists. Clara lived in a universe of her own invention, protected from life’s inclement weather, where the prosaic truth of material objects mingled with the tumultuous reality of dreams and the laws of physics and logic did not apply.
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After reading Allende's latest memoir, I was inspired to pick this up again after not having read it in years. The worlds she creates are so amazing.
One of my favorite books (and favorite films), I haven't read it in years and youinspre me to add it to the reading list...
Isabel Allende is one of my dads favorites.
She's amazing
beautifully said.
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