Yang Nevin Nevin itibaren Santa Teresa, Tocancipá, Cundinamarca, Kolombiya itibaren Santa Teresa, Tocancipá, Cundinamarca, Kolombiya

I recently re-read this book because I felt like I didn't have enough magic and enchantment in my literary life. What I wrote in my first review back in 2007 holds: Invisible Cities feels more like poetry than prose. The book consists of 55 descriptions of fictitious places as imagined to have been described by Marco Polo to Kublai Khan. From time to time Polo and the Khan converse as well, but these are filler/fodder as far as I'm concerned; the joy in reading this book is in the cities. The cities are the stuff of fantasy: a city suspended on a web over a valley, a city that periodically moves and leaves webs behind where it has been, a concentric matryoshka-doll city where new versions of itself grow from within. I still find the prose beautiful, although I think as I've aged I've started to favor more direct, less baroque styles of writing, and no one should come to this book expecting an economy of words. Since writing my original review, I've spent five more years living in one of the capital-C Cities of the world, New York, and have only grown to love the urban life more and more. If you've ever felt the same way, ever been stirred by floating through masses of humanity and forests of glass and concrete and simply breathing in the richness of activity and speech and motion that pervades a city, I humbly recommend this book to you.

Stupid twit of a girl finally gets a guy. Enough to give Chick Lit a bad name

A good light, shallow read to clear the palate in between all the suspense novels.