The best thing about books is that they are so alive. And it's so easy to forget you're not actually part of the story and share the characters' feelings and thoughts. And so, inevitably, there's a lot of sadness in books.
Looking over at my (rather messy) book case one book immediately slaps me in the face. Not literally. It's Ash Wednesday by Ethan Hawke. Yes, the Ethan Hawke. He's very much a modern day beat writer and he's surprisingly good. The book leaves that kind of uncomfortable sadness and it always leaves me feeling an emptiness I quickly have to fill with a good chick lit book. Or a hug, you know - whatever's to hand.
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