About six , seven years ago I was talking with my friend back home about Kundera. She was an enthusiast, I had not read him. I promised my fried I will read his books but I a got caught by other events in my life and forgot.
Recently somebody else started talking highly about Kundera and I remembered my promise. I picked up "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting" from my library on Monday and read it: in the bus, during my lunch break, after work hours. In short, I am glad I kept my promise. And since I cannot write reviews I should express my impression in two short sentences.
The first: "Kundera rocks".
The second:"Love at first sight."