Life of Pi

Last night I finished Life of Pi.

Piscine Molitor Patel, known to all as Pi, grows up on a zoo. Whether out of curiosity or sheer boredom, he studies and learns to embrace the religions of Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism. The political situation in India becomes such that Pi's father decides that they must sell the zoo and leave the country. The cargo ship the family is on tragically sinks in the middle of the Pacific ocean and Pi finds himself stranded in a lifeboat with a Hyena, a Zebra, an Orangutan, and a Bengal Tiger named Richard Parker. Before long, it's just Pi, Richard Parker and the Pacific. Pi, armed with years of applied education in zoology, knows he has no chance in killing the 450 lb beast with the few tools he has available. Instead, Pi finds his life and Richard Parker's locked in a delicate equilibrium. As much as the tiger depends on Pi's ability to provide food and water, Pi would die of loneliness and despair without his companion.

This book was fantastic, it makes profound connections between religion and story telling, between science and nature, and between life and love. My brain is still spinning.