It's not often I indulge in a book of fiction; not because I don't want to, but there are SO MANY! And I struggle with making decisions, and also with putting a book down when it's good (hello, 12am.)
This was my first in a quite some time, recommended by a good friend, and the title had me concerned I would find whatever this book was to be 'fine' too, not good. But it was great. Is it because with an overly critical mother, and an emotion-less upbringing I could relate to Eleanor? Maybe. Or the crutch of numbing feelings with alcohol? Could be.
I was brought to tears by this quote, with its personal relevance to me.
"... I realized what I felt... happy. It was such a strange, unusual feeling - light, calm, as though I'd swallowed sunshine. Only this morning I'd been furious, and now I was calm and happy. I was gradually getting used to feeling the range of available human emotions, their intensity, the rapidity with which they could change. Until now, any time that emotions, feelings, had threatened to unsettle me, I'd drink them down fast, drown them. That had allowed me to exist, but I was starting to understand that I needed, wanted, something more than that now."
That's all I'll reveal about the book - read it again when you have time, I already struggle to remember parts of the ending.
More pro reviews about it here.
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