This is her best book ever. Spanish is my mother tongue, so i read the original version. Isabel Allende has this uncanny ability to make some words jump out of the page and grab you, words that you thought you had forgotten, that bring you back to childhood, or remind you of an old neighbor. I read some of the reader comments before posting this, and someone said this book makes you laugh, then five minutes later makes you cry. I couldn't agree more. I enjoyed it also because i saw how much autobiographical insight is in _The House of the Spirits_. One more thing to mention: the description she makes of her uncle Salvador Allende must be one of the best portraits in writing i have ever seen.