Heartbreak, Disappointment, & an Unfinished Life
Don’t worry, I’m just talking about the fictions.
Sometimes I make a silly choice to read a couple books in a day. Sometimes it’s inevitable because I finish one book and then start another on the subway, don’t stop reading while walking home, riding the elevator up (stairs are tough while reading), microwaving dinner (reading = sacrifice in other areas), and then emerge a couple hours later from my reading unsure of the time or my location.
Of course, having read two books today, my brain is already hard at work comparing the two: Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Remains of the Day and John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars. It’s possible to find similarities, y’all. Just check out my title.
They’re such different books, but they’ve filled me with some of the same feelings. It’s times like this I wish I read everything in community, so I could talk with someone about both Stevens’ unreliable narration creating a full picture of his life, and the words and thoughts that pass between Hazel and Augustus. And of course, what impact it has in the life of the reader… namely, me.
Too many feelings for Twitter or Pinterest. Thank goodness I use way too many social media platforms.
Feelings, in summation: frustration, sorrow, disappointment, inspiration.
And of course, that beautiful soul-washed-clean feeling that comes after catharsis.