A weekend of reading comes to an end
I actually started this book while Jenna and I were in Europe. On the train to Reims, I believe. Or maybe it was to Munich? Who knows.
At any rate, I'd been able to find sporadic bouts of time to read it since I'd been back in the States ... back to the daily life of work, fun, etc. But this weekend, I was in the mood for a quiet weekend. A weekend to recharge. So I spent much of Saturday and Sunday reading and lounging ... on my couch ... in the papasan chair on my balcony ... in bed. Very relaxing way to spend the weekend.
As often happens when I'm approaching the end of a book, my reading picks up momentum as I near those final few chapters -- I just can't put it down until I'm completely finished.
This book, in a very rare feat, moved me to tears. Chest-filled-with-sorrow, tears-streaming-down-my-face, full-on tears.
It was a wonderful, wonderful love story. Made me think, with a trace of sadness, about all the truly true love stories in my own life.
And now I'm done, and feeling deeply. Just feeling ... deeply.
