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It had been years since I’d read a Paulo Coelho book and when I saw Eleven Minutes, I picked it up because of the remembered aftertaste of The Alchemist and By the River Piedra, I Sat Down And Wept.
Eleven Minutes started with an intriguing dedication to a stranger Coelho met in Lourdes, France. The stranger told him that Coelho’s books made him “dream.” Coelho states, “I felt really frightened, because I knew that my new novel, Eleven Minutes, dealt with a subject that was harsh, difficult, shocking.”
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