What can you say about a story that pulls you to your hours to over 500 pages and captivates you, enthralls you and then lets you down again, first when dragged through the mud and then in the blood with the subtle instrument of writing that gets you where want? When I drink a book I happen more often to have to swallow whole, like the imaginary child of the proverbial soup. It is not the case with " Come to the world , "the latest novel by Margaret Mazzantini . Here it is taken to jerks and dragged with all the violence that is in the crap of human brutality, but it is a parabolic path down which stands out from the spiers of falling, swooped into the horrors of a fratricidal war to find his then balance, a certain form of stability in the horizontal sense of awareness that accompanies every experience abysmal, if you know how to look through the eyes of a destiny that is in things, a fate which in itself is neither good nor bad, because it is the meaning of things destined to end and, therefore, in a sense embodies the beauty. This captivating tale, never boring and in a sense antisublime is also partly a historical novel, a romance so unlikely as to seem real schiaffata in the chronicle of a historic event - the siege of Sarajevo - so chilling that it seems invented . It is a story that will surprise you, without the artifice of plot twists but with the slow accompaniment to the truth than you expect, but to whom the author has lovingly prepared for you from the very first pages. Do not miss!