But those looking for intelluctual gratification can The great secrets I learnt from this book are: Adultery is a cure for Depression. Paragliding is a cure for Adultery. Otherwise the book is a mere prattling of a super rich and sexually starved woman who behaves promiscuously and justifies it philosophically. Many women would actually enjoy having Linda's "problems"! And they would not resort to such depraved behaviour on a dubious journey of "self-discovery" which has become Coelho's euphemism for depravity and irresponsible behaviour.
In Adultery, we meet Linda, who is a journalist in her thirties, with a husband and two children, living in Switzerland and rich to boot. Her clothes are designer and she has a picture perfect life. Until, that is, the day she decides she is depressed with the perfection all around her and embarks on the road to adultery to alleviate her boredom. For this purpose, she chooses the convenient ex-boyfriend, Jacob, who is now a prominent politician and has just strolled back into her life. I did Malvika Jaswal Feb, I have read every single line, and its really good to read.
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S till, there has to be more in my future than a few promotions, a few kids, retirement, grandkids, and death. There just has to be. I should have been with more women. Perhaps that's what it comes down to. Too many wild oats burning a hole in my shorts because I didn't sow them when I had the chance. I'm not a bad looking guy. I had a few casual flings back in my college days.
But no more than can be counted on two hands with a few fingers left over. If I had only been more aggressive, more confident, I'm sure I could have at least doubled the number. But I wasn't, so I didn't, and that's that. I met Sharon a couple years after graduation. We immediately committed to a monogamous relationship, and within two years we were exchanging a matching set of "I do's". I don't remember the name of the last woman I was with pre-Sharon. I vaguely recall what she looked like, the fact that she was drunk as was I, and that a good time was had by all in the extra large closet sized space I called my bachelor pad.
The last fling I had, that I'll ever have. I was just shy of 25 years old. Maybe I'll flash a smile at this woman across the bar from me. I have been told that it's my best feature. If she doesn't smile back, I won't give the matter another thought. There's no commandment against smiling. A little flirting never harmed anyone. Married or not, it's good to know that at least a few members of the opposite sex, spouse not included, find you attractive.
Mankind needs to feel validated every now and then. Vanity is what separates us from the beasts.
Vanity and credit cards. Yep, I was right. She's definitely into to me. She returned my serve of a coy grin with a hard volley of pearly whites.
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I'm at a precipice. I can do nothing but sip my drink, shoot the breeze for a couple of hours once James shows up, and then go home to my wife and child. Or I can take a step forward, a step towards this woman, knowing that once I do, there's no turning back. My body is serving as a battleground for the war being fought between my hormones and Catholic guilt. This woman is devastating, and growing more so with every sip I take. Her form fitting dress is accentuating in remarkable detail every curve God blessed her with. She doesn't have an ounce of fat on her.
I could have almost said that about Sharon at one time, but her body never did bounce fully back after having Derrick. Not that she's overweight or out of shape. She just doesn't look quite like this Barbie proportioned she-devil. I love Sharon dearly.
That love has taken sides with the guilt complex. The last thing I want to do is betray her trust. I couldn't bear knowing how hurt she would be if I were to have an affair.
She would be destroyed, and she would never forgive me, and the comfort, and warmth, and safety of my present existence would be annihilated. Nevertheless, I find myself feeling sometimes that when I committed myself to Sharon, I gave up other things that life may have been planning to offer. And I wonder if those things would have turned out to be better than what I settled for. No, that's the wrong choice of word.
Sharon is a wonderful woman. I consider myself lucky, blessed to have a woman like her by my side. A woman who swept an insecure young man off his feet and subsequently produced a son I adore. I certainly did not settle. But still, I can't help wondering, and longing. I know they say the grass is always greener.
James for example, with his various girlfriends and casual liaisons, still envies me, or claims to anyway. All in all I have a damn good life, one which it would be very foolish of me to jeopardize. At this moment though, these potent facts are being overwhelmed by a single primeval urge. I want to climb that mythical fence and mow that sumptuous grass.
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