I don't think there is any other way to describe how I feel when I find a great book.. And I just finished one : Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns. I listened to it in my car, on my way to and from work. I knew I wanted to read it it years ago, after I read The Kite Runner (also excellent). But The Kite Runner's story was so sad, I wasn't quite ready for more such sorrow right away. So it had been on my reading list when, a few weeks ago, it stared at me on the library shelf. I was ready for our date! And it was love at first listen.. I fell head over heels for Hosseini's beautiful writing, his insight into people's most inner feelings, together with a dramatic storyline, characters you love and want to protect from their terrifying destinies, and with Afghanistan as a backdrop. Although, truly, Afghanistan is more than a backdrop, it's another protagonist, with a destiny just as tragic as the story's women, a land mistreated by brutal men who use religion as an excuse for their horrific crimes.
And then came the end, the end of the book, and the end of the affair. It leaves me with a bittersweet feeling. I am thankful for the amazing time I spent with the book, but terribly sad that it's over, that I am not going to find Laila and Mariam next time I drive to work. And like with a relationship, I know there will be others, I know I'll love again, but right now I'm not sure I'll be able to find another book that can move me so deeply, maybe I am not ready yet. I might listen to a mindless read next, a "rebound book" of sorts. In the meantime, I am still thinking about this one and missing our time together.
Do you fall in love with books? Any suggestions on what I might listen to next (mindless or not)?