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Paolo Cognetti’s Il ragazzo selvatico (The Wild Boy) isn’t a novel in the conventional sense. It’s more like a pause. A reflective interlude between two chapters of a life. It captures the author’s retreat to the mountains not as an escape, but as a return. To silence. To slowness. To solitude.

In this chosen isolation, Cognetti strips life down to its essentials: eating, walking, reading, breathing. He isn’t looking for dramatic revelations, but for alignment with nature, with memory, and with the “wild boy” he once was as a child in the Alps.

As someone who embraces solitude not as a sabbatical, but as a lifestyle, I found deep resonance in his journey. Like Cognetti, I believe in the richness of the inner world. In quiet, ideas grow wild. In solitude, the mind becomes a forest.

He may have left the mountain with a dog, some firewood, and a notebook full of reflections — but more importantly, he left with clarity. And perhaps that is the true purpose of pausing: not to solve life, but to feel it again.

For anyone navigating burnout, transition, or simply craving a slower rhythm — I highly recommend this slim, gentle book. It's a whisper in a loud world.