¡Cuatro meses! Y es que no es tarea fácil, con más de 900 hojas que relatan la historia de Hernando Ruiz, Ibn Hamid, morisco, cristiano nuevo y por siempre defensor de la verdadera fe, iniciando en 1560 y tantos y concluyendo ya por ahí de 1612.įalcones se destaca por reconstruir diversas épocas de España y en esta ocasión, el autor presenta a la comunidad árabe en la península ibérica y sus constantes luchas por lograr la liberación de su pueblo tras las expulsiones, aprehensiones, sometimiento e intentos de evangelización por parte de la Iglesia Católica. No sé, he tenido sentimientos encontrados a lo largo de los cuatro meses que me tomó terminarlo. ¡Qué aventura ha resultado este libro! Extraordinaria, triste, a veces desesperante. But this author write with such realness of the 15th century Spain, I just wished he'd get the feel of faith as well. Yes, I know, writers aren't supposed to only write the things they're familiar with. There wasn't anything incorrect about it, it's just felt like someone who never eat orange described the taste of the fruit. Somehow it failed to describe the soul of the faith. It felt more like of someone from the outside looking at Moslems (which probably is the case, but the main character was a moslem boy). What bothers me a little though, is when the author describes the Moslem characters. The setting felt real, the characters vivid (which was most likely the reason why I felt so emotionally attached to it).

What I liked about this book is the detail on 15th century Spain. I'm sorry, but I'd rather read books that made me feel hopeful. The main character in this book had so many bad things happened to him, and I felt after 300 pages (the book is about 900 pages) I just couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't really because the book is bad, but I just couldn't go on reading it because it's somehow made me feel sad and depressed.

Ildefonso falcones the hand of fatima