eleven minutes

i just finished Paulo Coelho latest novel "Eleven Minutes". This is my second book from the author, I read "By The River Piedra, I Sat Down & Wept" last week accompany by great sea view in Dreamland Bali..and that book really took my breath away..So I decided to look for another tittle in Jakarta..
Eleven Minutes also great book, even I prefer The River Piedra more than this..Is a story of woman who look for a love of her life in a very dark world, prostitute world..It's amazing how Coelho can describe a woman feeling toward sex and love so intense like he was a woman :) and how he shared the man's secret to all woman in the world; why men have to pay for sex..hehehehe.. The tittle is refer to the time actually a prostitute spend with her client..minus taking off clothes, some phony gestures, conversation, dressing up again, the amount time spent actually having sex is about eleven minutes...gosh, never crossed my mind before !!
this book also talk about desire, passion, and love..The first part of Maria's life it's really close to what happened in Jakarta I think, how a young girl can get trapped into this business..The low part in this book for me is the ending, remains me of Pretty Woman movies when everything end happily ever after .. But maybe it's good if this book will be make to a movie one day :)

One part of the book is saying that Freedom only exist when love is present. The person who gives him/herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. and the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free..In love no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. ..Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

Long before, I heard one of Alanis Morisette song "loving someone can actually feel like freedom" and I keep wondering and wondering, how come?? If we love someone --- equal with commitment..commitment means no freedom..Now, I understand why Miss Morisette sang that song...