Once in a while, a book really takes you by surprise. I picked this as a brief interlude from my three-month (and counting) trudge of 'Monte Cristo': it looked funny, completely bonkers and, importantly, short. Nowhere on the blurb did it mention music or musicians. Therein lay the surprise - it actually turned out to be almost a fictionalisation of music therapy techniques, a little passion of mine.
It was also strikingly reminiscent of the bizarre bisexual love triangle (square?!) in 'Being John Malkovich', of which the author seems to be cunningly aware:
"Milan tells him the whole story of Roma, Karen and Murri. It reminds Andreas of a film he saw called Bob and two girls' names he can't remember.
'This isn't a film; this is real. I came here for words of wisdom, not Film Review.'"
The other surprise? I cried at the end. Just a solitary tear, right there in the middle of the university cafeteria, but a tear nonetheless. A little gem.