Didn't even come close to finishing this one. I don't mind a story about a woman in a harem, every once in a while. But the book begins with a man who has a wife and three children, not to mention a woman he keeps tucked away somewhere. Then he finds a portrait of a woman in a store and falls in love with it and decides to go find her. So without a goodbye for his family, he sets off to find his "true love". What the fuck. I can't even begin to like or care about him and if he manages to find "the woman with one blue eye and one yellow eye" who lives in a harem, I guess. The writing isn't that bad, but the story focuses on the man so much that I didn't get much of an idea about where he lived and his travels.

Isabel Allende, one of my favorite authors, provided a kind blurb on the book. It fooled me into thinking perhaps the book would be interesting.