Life of Pi - Yann Martel (1)

I read 80% of "Life of Pi" by Yann Martel before I gave up and thought that it can't be worth reading the rest. No spoilers but that book has a bit to much life at sea, killing fish and hanging out with a tiger for my taste. I enjoyed the begin of it but it all just when downhill from there.

Just beyond the ticket booth Father had painted on a wall with red letters the question: Do You Know Which is the Most Dangerous Animal in the Zoo? An arrow pointed to a small curtain. There were so many eager, curious hands that pulled at the curtain that we had to replace it regularly. Behind it was a mirror.

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My life is like a memento mori painting form European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition. I mock this skull. I look at it and I say, "You've got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life but I don't believe in death. Move on!"

The skull, snickers and moves even closer, but that doesn't surprise me. The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.