Tuesday, 11 January 2011

A favourite Book.


Yuko Akita comes of age and has to decide if he is to become a warrior or a monk. 
He chooses to become a poet.
He has a love for snow and this is his enchanting journey. 

This is the first page;

Yuko Akita had two passions.
And snow.

A haiku is a Japanese poem. It has three lines. And only seven syllables. No more no less.

Snow is a poem. A poem that falls from the clouds in delicate white flakes.

A poem that comes from the sky.

It has a name.  name of dazzling whiteness.


Writing that is clean and crisp, just like snow.

If I could give each and every one of you a copy of this book, I would.
It reads like a long poem, less than 100 pages long, it is easy to catch in one sitting.

And it is magical.

Have you read anything worth sharing recently?