AMKent books

On my way through the disturbingly expensive shiny carousel of bookish delights circus that is Waterstones. I was held still for a moment, almost as if a spectre had ceased my every action and called me to a book. There it was, ‘The Ghost of Frederic Chopin’ it whispered, “oOoOoOoHhH” I whispered back. My hand placed itself upon the gleaming red surface, the book now firm in my porcelain hands. I am a great admirer of Chopin, romance era piano compositions plagued my late teens and early twenties as I tried my best to emulate its beauty in my own compositions. Chopin, Debussy, Liszt, Schumann, Schubert, Charles-Valentin Alkan. I consumed their piano melodies like it was my only source of sustenance. So, naturally, I was excited to devour this book whole! Below is my review, if you too have read this book feel free to comment or even spark a discussion.

Also, for computer users, I am sorry my face is gigantic at the beginning, I do not know how to stop it doing that.