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The Forty Rules of Love
by Elif Shafak
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Some books come into your life like whispers. Others, like storms. The Forty Rules of Love? It walked in quietly, sat down beside me, and before I knew it, had rewritten parts of my soul.
I don’t even know where to begin this book is so, so beautiful, it left me feeling like words (yes, me!! a reader, a reviewer, a book rambler!) were simply not enough.
This wasn’t just a story, it was a deeply spiritual, emotional, and almost meditative experience. Shams and Rumi’s story didn’t just unfold on the page; it unfolded inside me. Their bond, the transformation, the surrender, the love, it made me pause. It made me rethink how I see faith, love, ego, connection, and even solitude.
And then there’s Ella, our modern-day character, mirroring her own journey through the book she reads. It was like peeling back the layers of your own heart as you followed hers. Her transformation felt real and raw, like watching someone slowly remember who they’ve always been.
The writing? Poetic. Profound. Timeless. Every time I thought, “Okay, this is my favorite quote,” I'd read another line and be like, “Wait no… this one.” I have more tabs and underlines in this book than in any textbook I’ve ever owned (and I am a science student!).
It’s hard to explain, but this book doesn’t shout; it echoes. Long after I turned the final page, it lingered in the silence, in my thoughts, in unexpected moments. So yes, this book gave me comfort. It made me cry, reflect, breathe deeply, and most of all, it made me feel.
If you’ve ever questioned love in its many forms divine, romantic, self-love, unconditional love, this book is for you.
I don’t even know where to begin this book is so, so beautiful, it left me feeling like words (yes, me!! a reader, a reviewer, a book rambler!) were simply not enough.
This wasn’t just a story, it was a deeply spiritual, emotional, and almost meditative experience. Shams and Rumi’s story didn’t just unfold on the page; it unfolded inside me. Their bond, the transformation, the surrender, the love, it made me pause. It made me rethink how I see faith, love, ego, connection, and even solitude.
And then there’s Ella, our modern-day character, mirroring her own journey through the book she reads. It was like peeling back the layers of your own heart as you followed hers. Her transformation felt real and raw, like watching someone slowly remember who they’ve always been.
The writing? Poetic. Profound. Timeless. Every time I thought, “Okay, this is my favorite quote,” I'd read another line and be like, “Wait no… this one.” I have more tabs and underlines in this book than in any textbook I’ve ever owned (and I am a science student!).
It’s hard to explain, but this book doesn’t shout; it echoes. Long after I turned the final page, it lingered in the silence, in my thoughts, in unexpected moments. So yes, this book gave me comfort. It made me cry, reflect, breathe deeply, and most of all, it made me feel.
If you’ve ever questioned love in its many forms divine, romantic, self-love, unconditional love, this book is for you.