There was a time when anyone and everyone I knew was reading Paulo Coelho. More precisely, The Alchemist. And me, being who I am, refused to read the book that everyone was talking about. Instead, I waited. For long. When I was satisfied with the wait and the fact that the buzz had died down, I went to get The Alchemist. Instead, I picked up Manuscripts Found in Accra.
The reason behind it? The cover was simply beautiful.
Yes, I have heard a gazillion times that you should not judge a book by its cover. But what is life, if you don’t take a few risks? That’s how I bought Paulo Coelho’s Manuscripts Found in Accra. In short, when I first saw the book, I fell in love with it.