I love Isabel Allende but Maya’s Notebook is not her best. Still engaging, but it lacks the allure of her earlier works.
Excerpt from Maya’s Notebook:
"I don’t have to beat my chest or walk away on my knees or pay for my mistakes with tears and blood. Life is a tapestry we weave day by day with threads of different colors, some heavy and dark, others thin and bright, all the threads having their uses. The stupid things I did are already in the tapestry, indelible, but I’m not going to be weighed down by them till I die. There’s no fuel for bonfires of despair."