This came in the mail today, and thus I had it tucked in my bag when I went to pick up lunch. It may be better than Silk
. The first chapter describes a painter painting an invisible picture of the sea using sea water. Because he's trying to capture the beauty that can't be seen. Baricco's lyrical prose really drew me in. I wish I could spend the entire afternoon with this book, curled up on the couch in a shaft of sunlight. This is a book to be read in the sun. And it makes me wish I still had enough Italian vocabulary in my memory to read this in the original language.