我心中的陌生人（2）

沒想到才隔2天我就看完了，越到後面越精采，一個陌生平凡人的故事也讓我放棄韓劇，一天看了五小時，吃早餐也看，喝咖啡也看，下午睡起來就找它，晚上睡前也看，他的魅力就在於他是平凡人，可是卻不能過著一直以來的平凡，因為周遭發生的事，他只好一直遷就，有好有壞。

只能說書到三分之二丟了一個炸彈，因為那裡我停滯了5個小時，他送錯信而牽走的私奔老婆死了，雖然寫信的時候想著她妹妹，被喜歡妹妹的朋友騙，帶著姐姐跑了，但是生活在一起卻很美好，是他一生中唯一不會想東想西的一段日子，可是死亡一樣會找到。

不管平凡人還是高級人，死亡所佔到字數大概以事情輕重來看是最不合理的少，卻又在書中人物和讀者佔據了大部份的心思，之後主角就跟妹妹在一起了（因為她老公幾年前過世了），看到這會覺得情書所有權讓兩人重逢，可是作者就是要說男主角的心在姐姐身上，做什麼看到什麼想起的都是姐姐。

只是現實他跟妹妹在一起是可以活下去的辦法，一個賣傳統飲料的小攤販，日子也是過的轟轟烈烈，愛情、事業、孩子，一個人的一生就是懸掛在這裡，然後都是跟著時代變遷在移動，這本小說巧妙的用一對私奔到伊斯坦堡的情侶來寫平凡人的一生，也勾勒出城市在50、60年的變換，真的是喜歡奧罕.帕幕克（作家）啊！

後來看到他出的書，小說類我居然都看過，也算是個粉絲了，很奇妙，這大概就是書的樂趣吧，讀書不只是有沒有需要才來讀，更是想不想有一段心靈的旅程吧，然後不知不覺中，闔上一本，再看一本。

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