Lately I’ve been devouring books. I think reading is a bit like exercising. If you stop doing it,  you don’t miss it. You don’t think you have the time for it, the money to spend. But once you start up again, it’s addicting and rewarding.

All of my recent posts about books have been chipper recommendations. This one has a bit more of a negative nancy feel, or even debbie downer. This was a book I read in two days because the plot was almost tormenting. I kept reading to be relieved, to wait for the happiness to flood in. I don’t think it ever did. I know not all books leave you with that warm, fuzzy feeling at the end, but this book felt particularly cruel. Even now, I find myself feeling as though I need to start a new book so the pain of the characters in this one will be dulled.

That being said, the writing was good. I just felt the story was overwhelming.

A  quote I enjoyed:

“We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived. Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.”