Friday, 12 November 2010

Our man in Havana.... spionage and more

This is hard!! I have never taken a class to learn what is the correct way to write a Blog. But well, I am going to follow my intuition and I will express my general ideas about the book Our Man in Havana.
When I started to read the book, I felt a little bit frustrated because I could not understand some paragraphs. Those were related to some code messages that the main character used to send to report his activities. These ideas were a little bit difficult to understand (an understandable situation if we take into account that is because those were created for protect secrets).
In my opinion this book has a funny and ironic story. At the beginning it seems that the main character “Mr. Wormold” is totally lost. He had a teenager daughter, who is used to buying expensive and useless things. Her last request was a horse!! His father accepted to buy it, in spite of knowing he could not afford it. When I was reading this part; I remembered those days when I asked money to my mom and she used to say:  if you need money; find a job. I cannot imagine what she would say if I will request something so expensive like a horse.

But well, returning to the book, the story took another way when Mr. Wormold received a job offer. But not a common one, he received a proposal to become a real spy. At first, he was unsure to take the offer or not, but when he thought about his doubts... he realized that this was the only way to afford all the expenses of his daughter.

However, He does not complicate his life with this new job. He just took some situations from his day to day and added details to make them sound like a real complot. For me, one of the funniest parts was when the chief started to talk about the drawings of Mr. Wormold like a nuclear bomb or something and there were just a simple drawing of a vacuum cleaner.

Now the story is taking another path and the situations that Mr. Wormold invented by a mysterious reason are becoming reality .... ohhh


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