I’ve been following Cristian’s blog for a while and I feel guilty each time I read one of his posts. Because though I’ve had his book on my kindle for a long time, I’ve never read it.
I should have read it sooner.
The one constant in the story is Cristian’s voice. He kept seeping through the words. There were either sentences he often uses in his posts or thoughts that every writer could relate to. The story itself is about artists, art and the consequences of choosing art.
I loved the story. And the main reason: simple words ringing hard in your ears. This book lingers.
“But the truth is, what doesn’t kill you makes you wish it did.” – Cristian Mihai, Dream City
This is Cristian. Every syllable of that line screams Cristian. And it’s more; it’s every artist. And it was gripping that in many places, I felt the protagonist and Cristian interchange. Not just him, I felt myself intermingle with the protagonist too. Because the characters speak to you, and you suddenly realize their life is your life.
The author knows the pain of being an artist, and he translates the emotion with so much art.
That’s it. The essence of everything we do.