Beloved
I just finished reading Toni Morrison's Beloved in preparation for my exams. I read it just three or so years ago and don't remember it bothering me so much. I am literally trying not to throw up right now. In the coffee shop today I almost started bawling - the deep kind that make weird noises. I held it back. I'm trying to make notes but I just can't stop being viscerally moved. It's, of course, a damn good novel. Sometimes, it's hard to say anything because it means and provokes so much.