Rating: 3/5
Isn’t it extra bitter to realise that life is only a dream on the day before your fifteenth birthday?
I finally finished Jostein Gaarder’s Sophie’s World! A fabulous philosophical fiction that I recommend to people of all ages.
Sophie Amundsen is a fourteen-year-old Norwegian schoolgirl who finds herself caught up in a secret correspondence course on philosophy. Her teacher, a Mr Alberto Knox, is a mysterious philosopher who is determined to take advantage of Sophie’s inquisitive nature by discussing with her some of the most puzzling questions of all time. But is there something else that Alberto knows that Sophie is unaware of?
A wonderful and totally unexpected ending to this book really topped off a fascinating and original story.
Life is both sad and solemn. We are let into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other—and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.
“Superstitious.” What a strange word. If you believed in Christianity or Islam, it was called “faith”. But if you believed in astrology or Friday the thirteenth it was superstition! Who had the right to call other people’s belief superstition?