This story, dazzling in its powerful simplicity and inspiring wisdom, is about an Andalusian shepherd boy named Santiago who travels from his homeland in Spain to the Egyptian desert in search of a treasure buried in the Pyramids. Along the way he meets a Gypsy woman, a man who calls himself king, and an alchemist, all of whom point Santiago in the direction of his quest. No one knows what the treasure is, or if Santiago will be able to surmount the obstacles along the way. But what starts out as a journey to find worldly goods turns into a discovery of the treasure found within. Lush, evocative, and deeply humane, the story of Santiago is an eternal testament to the transforming power of our dreams and the importance of listening to our hearts.
This book. Ugh, this book. I know there are two camps, divided of people who adore this book and those who loathe it. I am of the former.
I love this book. I love this book so much it was the first gift I gave my boyfriend-to-become-husband translated into Japanese and told him this was what pushed me to emigrate to Japan. And it was. After reading this I realized I was in a bad place mentally, emotionally, physically, and this book gave me the courage I needed, and the push, to get out and change the life I was dissatisfied by my own hand. And, yeah, the universe (for once) worked with me.
So, love it or hate it, this is a book that has inspired a lot of people, and that has got to mean something.