Book review "Island Bookstore": In fact, everyone is still an island

A.J. Fickley picked up the book closest to him, "Late Twilight Blossoms," while he had no sleep at night. And I was in the bookcase of hundreds of books, left and right, looking up and down, and shook the "Island Bookstore" by lottery.

"Late Twilight Blossom" was originally The Book that Faikri hated the most, but in the end it became his "apple that hit Newton".

However, for me, "The Island Bookstore" is a leaf falling from a tree, and it is not surprising that it has nothing to say, but there are always a few words to talk about, not to spit unhappy. Sometimes, books don't resonate with us until the right time.

In fact, the eighth novel of the American writer Gabriela Zevin, "The Island Bookstore", is no different from other ordinary love novels, and the story is neither as full of humor as Márquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera", nor is the language as rich as Wild Man's "Love in the 1980s". But there are many reasons why this book can become a global bestseller. Perhaps the best part of the book is that it magnifies a remote island in an interconnected world, magnifies the bookstore that is the only one on the island, enlarges the middle-aged man who is not sociable in the bookstore, and enlarges the man's talk about books in the era of reading crisis. All the magnified crosses, focused on "loneliness", then heat up rapidly, burning violently, burning to the eyes and heart of the reader.

The island is called Alice Island.

The bookstore is called the Island Bookstore.

The man was called A.J. Fickley.

Fickleri ran the island's bookstore on Alice Island for decades, but fate never took care of him, his beloved wife died, his life was tight, he lived alone, and even the only valuable collector's edition of the book, Timur, was stolen. His life was at an impasse, and his heart was almost deserted like Alice Island.

Fortunately, there is still a way out of the desert island, although the weeds are overgrown, facing the sea, and the wind and waves are rising again, as long as you dare to take a step forward, you can smell the fragrance of the grass, see the tranquility of the sea, and hear the lightness of the wind.

Maya gave Fikri the strength and courage to take this step.

Maya, a two-year-old little girl, an illegitimate daughter, her father does not recognize her, does not see her, and her mother is cornered and commits suicide by throwing herself into the river. Abandoned in the island bookstore, she sat alone on a corner floor and flipped through the bookstore's only children's picture book, Home of the Beast.

"Someone stole a book from you, and someone left you a child." Life is like that, always starting in accidents. Especially when two identical destinies are moving in opposite directions, there is always a platform ahead for them to meet in an accident. Such was the case with Fikri and Maya. Since then, they have relied on each other for their lives, hugging each other for warmth,