There are books that make me feel good, there are those that intrigue me.
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by M. Barbery served both purposes. It made me feel good about reading as much as I do, feel at ease that there is at least someone out there to share my passion for the more "complex" ideas, and of course it confirmed the notion of judging a book by its cover, in more ways than one...
In the book, we get to meet two diametrically different characters: Renee, the concierge - a middle-aged, overweight simpleton, ready to shout at everyone in her way; and Paloma, a 12-year old upper-class girl - shallow, ignorant, materialistic. Is it really like that? The book gets beyond the surface and explores this elegance of a hedgehog: rough, picky, dangerous on the outside but so soft, cuddly on the inside.

