Italo Calvino’s Eyes

I first discovered Italo Calvino, through my brother. He and I share a love of literature. As an older brother, he always took it upon himself to educate his little sister. I still remember the afternoon when we sat in his living room, hiding from the hot summer day. He bore a smile, that resembled that of a kid in a chocolate factory. He could not stop raving about this fantastic book he had finished the night before that still haunted his thoughts and imagination.
“I want to share that feeling,” I told him, eager and impatient.
The book was small and unimposing with a pale pastel green cover...