Wednesday, September 10, 2008

*The Opposite of Love*

And on to the next ... "I do not say good morning to Marge when I pass her at the security turnstile on my way into the office... I hate Marge for a million reasons, but mostly because I know she won't notice my slight. And so my hate just slides to the floor like a puddle at my feet..." Somehow, I think I am going to like this book. I'm feeling like I need a little edge today.
Oh. My. I cannot say how much I enjoyed this book. It ripped my heart open, said things I can only think, expressed heart ache, frustration, hurt in ways I have wished.
To wrap up this book, in my estimations ... it's about finding yourself. Figuring out who You are, who you want to be and living fully as that person. Embracing your faults, overcoming frailties, living with who you are or what you want to become. Maybe I loved this book so much because I felt so much of her pain. Wanted to live her triumphs. Have seen myself in her position, not exactly, but emotionally too often.
Once again, harsh language warning. Maybe not a book for the masses that read my blog. But I thoroughly enjoyed this book.

1 comment:

Becka. said... indifference. I really like that saying.