I felt I was being held by the hand and led through a surreal and harmonious encounter under the most ridiculous circumstance starting from the very first chapter of "Bel Canto". Amazing power in narrative, Ann Patchett has this great charm in her story telling. The New Yorker described the novel as "tragicomic" and I cannot agree more. There is this constant but subtle ironic humour that tickles you, soft enough that it would not make you laugh, but it is for sure there to lift your smile. I love this book. It portrays a constant nagging of time and ending when all we want to do, and can only do, is to treasure and be hypnotized by the moment. I have never seen how wild imagination can be this close to life. Bravo!