My Favourite Book, "The Alchemist"

For a while, I would say I suffered from personal aliteracy. Everyday I had to focus on text for school. I was annoyed by this thing called "reading" and therefore reading for personal gain was forbidden in my book. But once school was officially over I allowed myself the opportunity to enjoy the exploitation of someone baring their soul to the world, standing naked with thin veils as cover over who they really are. There are few authors that I like to read from. I try not to get trapped into befriending an author in my head because of the fear that who I read may not be the actual person but the thought of the person. It's not good to idolize anyone to any point. But I like to believe that people read for other reasons. There are authors who I like to read from because they speak to my imagination (Stephen King), my creativity (Neil Gaiman), and my spirit (Zora Neale Hurston). But sometimes it is not the author but the book that stands out. "The Alchemist," written by Paulo Coehlo is that book for me. It is my favorite book because Coehlo speaks to my inner thoughts in every page. People have suggested other books, even one or two from the same author, but the readings don't have the same effect (for me). This is a big deal for me because I never really had a favorite anything other than the phrase "Pumpkin Pie," because I enjoy the way it sounds, and then there's my favorite time "12:34" because it's the only time when all four numbers are in order. I know, I'm quirky. If I could produce a book, that book, to speak to a person's inner thoughts, the way how "The Alchemist" speaks to my own, that would be phenomenal.