Every time a book (or an author, as you prefer) forces me to struggle with my judgments and emotions or on one page makes me happily laugh and on the other grievously cry. Makes me hold to what is right and wrong, doubt in all I’d believed was righteousness. Well, this is what I’d consider a piece of art. Just with words, sentences and a story someone can render the most inner feelings, doubts, fears, and hopes of humankind.