You'll never catch me under a tree reading a physical copy of "Atomic Habits" or "The Secret.”
Ew. No. But…
I thought Paulo Coelho's "The Alchemist" was fantastic.
Go ahead. Release the Kraken of your judgment.
I'm ready.
Just kidding. Please don't. I’m fragile.
That's why I only read "cool" books in public.
The Pynchons, the Carvers, and the Bolaños.
Now, if you see me in public holding an e-reader just a few inches from my nose, I'm almost certainly wolfing down some cringey non-fiction-guide-to-how-to-do-it-better-make-it-faster-make-us-stronger-certified-bro-science classic.
This literary split personality is a byproduct of loving "The Alchemist," and then discovering it wasn't cool to admit it.
Coelho gets flak for his self-helpy vibes, but to his credit – he made me finish a book in 7th grade after years of cheating my way through reading comprehension tests.
That eye-rolling factory of a book reignited my love for reading just in time.
So, if you haven't read it, give it a shot. Maybe it'll do the trick for you.
Just don't tell the Pynchon fans I sent you.
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Matias.