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Luscious...if I only had one word to describe this novel it would be luscious. The life, fragrance, colours, excitement, love and pain dripped off the page when I first read this book as a fifteen year old kid living in suburban Melbourne. I’d never encountered anything as beautiful as the completely fascinating and magical world of Eva Luna. I was scared that no experience I had would ever compare with the fantastic portal that I passed through via Allende’s poetic imagery of life and love. The pain of life depicted in Eva Luna is this novel’s equally beautiful counterpart, with all of the attendant drama and heart wrenching sadness that make you value the excruciatingly great moments that happen to Eva. Rereading Eva Luna 15 years after my first encounter was like a return to home. No longer a misunderstood teen I could see how much I had grown, changed and experienced. Eva was still breathtaking but this time I did not fret that my life would not be as colourful, exciting, heart stoppingly painful and filled with love that would fuel more adventures. Eva and I were comforting friends, equal in life and love.