After a long time did I read a book, which tickled ones imagination while maintaining the simplicity of good old prose. No word gymnastics by Yann Martel to impress the judges at Booker. This is in direct contrast to most fiction (non-aiport-variety), which seem to have been penned keeping some award in mind.
The Life of Pi whisks the reader away to another land, which is almost like real life but with that extra bit of magic and sparkle added to it. The closest experience I can get to it in terms of feeling is what I got when I read Jungle book early in my childhood. This book reached and touched that child in me (I hope I am not sounding too la-di-dah here!)... But it truly did. I could not put the book down.
Yann Martel takes his readers into a world which is like a weave of real world and fantasy with the demarcation so subtle that one thinks that the only reason we do not see the magic in life is because we choose to ignore it, not because the magic is not there. I don?t want to say anymore... because this is a book which is not read it is experienced, and like your first kiss, the taste and the feel does not really ever go away.
Trust me on this, read the review, and then buy a copy of your own.