Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Oh God! How do you describe Italo Calvino? However can you describe how he writes? His words are like the dreams that we sometimes have in mid-morning, the perfect ones, where everything is going exactly as planned, where a surprise, and a pleasant one is about to come to fore, where you've almost touched, felt, said what you've wanted to and then-snap! You wake up!

Invisible Cities is like a dream within a dream ( Mr Edgar Allen Poe, the analogy is unintended and I am proud of it actually!). The story starts with Marco Polo in the court of Kublai Khan, narrating stories of cities he has visited. The best bit is, though, it isn't about the cities! It's about every man being a city of sort himself, or every city, rather, being a man, a living, breathing, social organism that thinks, plans, manipulates, lies, deceives, loves and laughs.

Through his descriptions, Calvino makes you think, "Am I someone who is the product of places (s)he has lived in? Or are the places I have lived in a product of who I am?"

I sound like Confucius to you? Well, read this book and you'll find out why? This one's a book to read and remember!

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