I've been reading the book Every Last One by Anna Quindlen for a few days now. I thought it was pretty good, kept my attention, but no major suspense. Family with three kids, one son a bit depressed, one son a big jock, the daughter a funky writer about to go to college. Daughter breaks up with long-time boyfriend and he gets really upset. Well, just in today's reading so MUCH has changed. I truly feel like I got the wind knocked out of me with something that happened. Obviously I don't want to give it away, but wow, the grief in this story now. I almost feel numb like one of the characters does. My husband says, "why don't you stop reading it then?" I told him I guess I like books that make me feel. Is that normal? I have a friend who just won't read books that upsetting. Is there something wrong with me? I guess when they make me really feel, almost physically, they are memorable and they are more meaningful. They are worth my time. Maybe they help me become more compassionate to get a slight peek into someone elses world, someone that could be me. Have feelings for the grief others do go through, even though this book is only fiction. I just had to write an entry because it really took my breath away today. I'm not done yet, but I'll say I know it will leave me with quite an impression.
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