Aura

While reading Aura I was constantly confused and awed by the magical realism where the story took place.  I loved how you never knew if what you where reading was a part of a fantasy that appeared to be completely real, or if was something that you would encounter in what we consider the real world.

Part of the reason I loved the mystery and confusion of trying to understand what was really happening is because I could relate the two halves of the same mind back to my own life in some ways.  Understanding people is extremely difficult for me and I often try to guess why they would react or respond to something the way that they did, the result is a tangled web of reality and what I hypothesize   what happened until it all blends together in one big mess.