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Tuesday, August 7, 2012






Driving back from camping, I finished reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Steele reached his hand back while driving to hold mine. The sky bloomed pink. I can't explain the feeling of finishing a book. My heart twists and I have this urge to turn inward and pull every word inside me. I want to mourn for the book. I want to lay it on my chest and know that there is an entire world resting on me. 

This happens always, with every book, but the important ones really do stay inside me. 

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  1. I feel the same way about books! How was the unbearable lightness? I've had it on my lost for some one but haven't picked it up.

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    1. It was good. Definitely slow and it actually took me a few times to get all the way through, but the messages and thoughts throughout will be in my head for a long time, I think.

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  2. I am always sad when I finish a book. I wonder so much about the rest of the story! It's never finished, in my mind. I finished State of Wonder the other night. I lay awake for hours, unable to sleep, after.

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