Really.
I read it in a span of three days, which is really saying something. Now that Grace is here/school has been keeping my schedule swamped, I have had less time to read. I suppose it helped that Ken had surgery, therefore I had a couple of hours to kill while waiting at the hospital. (He is fine by the way! He has had a hernia for years, but just recently it started to hurt him, so we decided to take care of it while our deductible was still met. I would post pictures of him in his oh so attractive hospital gown, but I think he would possibly kill me.)
Anyway, back to the book. It was beautifully written. It made me ache. It's one of those books that you don't want to end, so when it does, you read the acknowledgments at the end, followed by the discussion questions, and then if you're lucky (which I was), there will be an additional note at the end in which the author discusses where her idea came from. I read all of that. I ate it up. And then when that was done, I placed the book on my lap, looked at it, and sighed. It was just THAT good! I probably would have sat there for a while staring at the cover of the book, but the nurse came to tell me Ken was out of surgery, which broke me out of my reverie. It's the type of book where you need to take a breather from reading for a few days. The type of book, in which you grieve.
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