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Now I'm up to the bear hug, which was the most delightful and unexpected scene. Then Karla shows up in the slum and says poverty looks good on him, and if he slipped any lower he'd be irresistible. Lin has that perfect humility but also doesn't disappoint in doing the right thing, the bold thing that the situation requires. I see why the cheeky Prabaker is your favorite character. His lines are priceless.

Last night I read to the part where Karla kisses him and leaves, and he does the happy dance that the kids peeking through the walls imitate. I decided to stop reading there and savor that moment for a night.

Over mussels in my favorite restaurant in the world, here in my Appalachian town, I read about the Village in the Sky. But then a woman named Doll and a DJ from Belize talked to me, and it turned out his mom, who died when he was 14, was born the same year as me. And that turned into another miracle conversation, with which my life seems to be replete.

So here's what I wanted to tell you. I know we've disagreed about this Jesus guy but Lin is how I imagine the Christ. He sees the good in everyone. He doesn't judge. I think the Christ is the one who sees the Christ in others. Even those who attack him on the road he sees as himself, when he robbed others. He doesn't blame them.

It's how I imagine Judas the Nazarene, who gave a whole country the faith in themselves and each other to stand up to the Romans. If I didn't think the Christ was real, I wouldn't bother arguing with people about Jesus. If you take away the projection of your own goodness onto Jesus, and read what he actually says, could you imagine someone as kind and perceptive as Lin doing the same?

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I will keep coming back and putting my impressions here, so we can lure more people into reading this exquisite book. I've noted that he ends each chapter with a crescendo. (I almost put 'of innuendo' and remembered Karla's description of Didier as so shallow he could only manage a single entendre ;-)

The end of Part I, when he talks about the slum 'enfolding his life within its dreams, as gently and completely as a swollen tide closes over a stone that stands upon its shore.'

I love Didier's description that 'When the wish and the fear are the same, we call the dream a nightmare.'

And then Khaderbhai saying, 'Nothing exists as we see it. Nothing we see is reality. Our eyes are liars. Everything that seems real, is merely part of the illusion. Nothing exists as we think it does. Not you. Not me. Not this room. Nothing.'

And after, 'The truth is that there are no good men, or bad men. It is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them ... The truth is that an instant of real love, in the heart of anyone--the noblest man alive or the most wicked--has the whole purpose and process and meaning of life within the lotus-folds of its passion. The truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving toward God.'

Wow. I knew I would like this from the author photo--I could read his open face like a book. But the music of the language ... that was an ambush.

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