I’m in love with Cloud Atlas.
It started, like many relationships do, with a tad of suspicion, a feeling of ‘do I have to’, the reluctance to engage, because no engagement comes without baggage, luggage, burdens and heartbreaks.
But now, at page 181, I am firmly and madly besotted.
Will it end well? Or will it be just one of those fiery and torrid but short and despicable summer affairs?
We shall see.