I'm reading a translation of My Invented Country by Isabel Allende. It's about Chile and the Chilean people. The story is interesting, especially the descriptions of Chile. It sounds like a gorgeous country! The mountains, the sea, the vegetation. It makes me want to live there.
Yet, I cannot help feeling that I'm missing something in the book. A certain level of poignancy that cannot be expressed in English. It's times like these I wish I could speak and read Spanish well.
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