From Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho — this line hit hard.

I recently read Eleven Minutes and I’m still processing it. It’s very different from The Alchemist — more sensual, raw, and psychological.

I’m curious how others interpreted Maria’s journey. Did the book resonate with you? Did you see it more as a story of liberation or tragedy?

Also open to similar book recommendations if you’ve read anything that captures this balance of sensuality and philosophy.