I love Italian. And love is the word. It is much less rich than English, but it still sounds so much better to my ear than English ever could. The palpable connection to Latin delights me no end. One way or another, it is my favorite language in terms of its sound alone. And thus I have decided to find a book or two in Italian to read for sheer pleasure of reading. Reading Italian aloud quite attracts me, as well. There are a couple of good stores with foreign books in Zagreb, and they do have plenty of Italian books, but I am having a pretty hard time making my choice. The main problem is that I do not know what I actually want, of course. I looked into the likes of Italo Svevo, Italo Calvino, and Primo Levi, but… Something is always missing. Either I fall in love with a book at first glance, or I remain indifferent to the point of leaving a bookstore emptyhanded, which is one of the worst things that can happen to me. The fickleness of idleness, no doubt.