but you're only seven, i said.
I just finished The History of Love, and... oh, god. oh my god. It's been a really long time since I've read a book that I really loved, but this book is everything that I love about books, basically. I mean it's seriously fucking fantastic, some of the pages I just read and reread and afterward it felt like somebody had punched me in the stomach after I'd run a marathon. Or something. It's lovely and poetic and funny and heart-breaking, but in a hopeful way. I'm giving it to Billy for Christmas. I wish I could afford to give everybody I know a copy for Christmas. sdljvaosdjad it just... honestly. Honestly honestly honestly, desert island book I'd say. $13 at Borders.
(For some reason, this book took me a really long time to read? Usually I can tear through a novel in a couple of evenings -- a week, at the most -- but I've been working on this since the day I bought it, which, according to the receipt, was November 17. But I feel like this whole time, I haven't been able to put it down. It's just, like I said, I've been doing a lot of rereading. I was so sad when it ended that I honestly almost cried because what the hell am I supposed to do now. behhh)
(For some reason, this book took me a really long time to read? Usually I can tear through a novel in a couple of evenings -- a week, at the most -- but I've been working on this since the day I bought it, which, according to the receipt, was November 17. But I feel like this whole time, I haven't been able to put it down. It's just, like I said, I've been doing a lot of rereading. I was so sad when it ended that I honestly almost cried because what the hell am I supposed to do now. behhh)