I’m generally a devourer of books, reading through a couple books at a time, and therefore finishing numerous books a month. I really don’t pride myself in it too much, because I realize that I should take more time thinking and chewing through most of the said devoured books. So it was a shocker to me this last month to find myself reading just one book, and in the slowest of reading manners.
And I loved it.
GILEAD is wonderful. It’s no wonder that it won the Pulitzer, if for no other reason than it seems to make the reader stop in place, read slowly, and savor the slow drawl of a voice you know the narrator is speaking from.
“If we can be divinely fed with a morsel and divinely blessed with a touch, then the terrible pleasure we find in a particular face can certainly instruct us in the nature of the very grandest love. I devoutly believe this to be true.”