![]() ![]() This is all to say that it has been a long, long time since a book has affected me this deeply, has so consumed my everyday life, has made me feel so simultaneously heartbroken and heart-warmed that I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. I remember how one day I brought the book with me to Starbucks for a peaceful afternoon read, and how I ended up crying in public and desperately texting a friend to pull me back to reality. I would lie awake at night fretting over the characters, only to be haunted by them in my dreams. I was still in a bit of a daze, showing up to work and holiday events pretending to function normally while inside I was drowning in feels. It was like trying to remove stitches from a freshly sewn wound (I’m sorry for the imagery, but if you’ve read the novel, you’ll know it’s very apt). But every time I sat down to type I just…couldn’t do it. I’ve been wanting to write a review of this hefty, beautiful novel for a couple of weeks now. ![]()
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