From my earliest memories, I have been taken with words. I love the sound of them, the way they look on paper, the satisfying feeling of tapping out thoughts on my keyboard. I love words. I love the fact that I can convey the images in my head to someone I've never met, and the idea that I can understand someone's soul, without knowing their name. I love that there are emotions that can be expressed with words, and those that cannot. Some things are beyond words.
Every great once in a while, I read a book that leaves me speechless. Sometimes it is their imagery, the author's way with words. Some authors can paint a picture so vividly, my Nikon pales in comparison. Some authors develop great characters, despite their stories going virtually nowhere. Some words make my laugh - irony is good for the soul, I believe.
Tonight I read a book that contained characters who are not startling in their depth, nor a story that is breathtaking, nor was it full of vivid imagery or breath taking metaphors. It was a story that managed to convey so much raw emotion, however, it quite simply took my breath away. It isn't often that I read a book, or see a movie for that matter, that leaves me wrung out and breathless. This one did. A simple love story, though the great love was not between the man and woman, but rather between the two men who shared her life, and the friendship between them. It was a story that talked about the difficulty of letting go, and the greater difficulty of moving on with life after you have lost any part of love. The absolutely raw emotions laid bare by the author, whose writing style was adequate at best, has left me restless and feeling so very lost and human. Bravo then to any who can leave me speechless as this author has done.
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