I don't like this. I feel so naked reading this book. It's like a reflection of a life I have never ever lived if He was never been there for me, because of Him, someone so much greater than me who guides and directs me to where I should go. If He was not there I would have been like Maria, a girl with dreams, so eager to embark to any adventure life in store for her and marry the prince charming she always yearned for, be married with the man she was destined to be with for the rest of her life. 

I was Maria, I think, some part of me is Maria. She represents us, women, some tiny bit parts of her life in this story, Eleven Minutes, is without a doubt a representation of what we aspire and experience in our lives. When she met Ralf Hart, it made all the difference. The tragedy that was about to fall to Maria vanished upon his existence in her life. He saved her. Just like how she saved him.  They compliment each other. In his weakness, she was his strength. In her darkness, he was her light. 

This book has mature contents, not to be recommended to young minds who aren't yet ready to face one of the many realities in life, specifically the harsh ones. There is something redemptive in this story, and that is for you to discover once you read and finish this book. This is a love story, the kind of love you can discover in all facets of life.