Last night truly revived in me a sort-of lust for life that I've been lacking in these long months. I can't thank you enough for such a wonderful gift-- a book-- a piece of writing, concrete and poetic, that represents love and life and evokes in me such magnificent awe and wonder at our world and the dimension of time. I often ask myself if life is worth living, and the answer from this novel, resoundingly, even in such pitiable life-is-waiting scenarios, is YES. Connections with people are worth it! Despite the inevitable parting we must experience, through life, or more definitely, death, it truly is better to have loved. We're not just doing things for the sake of doing them, but rather, our actions have a lasting impact on the entire universe--each other.
This book reminded me, or perhaps enlightened me, or maybe awakened in me, an innate understanding of love. It makes me wonder if I've ever given my life over to another person or even idea with such determination and finality, or if I ever will. I've spent my entire life hiding from the future, journaling, reading about the past, afraid to forget and live in the present. I have had this undeniable fear that when the past dies, parts of us die, and have spent my whole life looking backward. This story has taught me the power of now. If such free will exists, and if I have the ability to completely give myself over to something, I think I should-- while I'm young. This was exactly what I needed.
