Day 04: My Favourite Book
The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger has pretty much been the reigning champion since I got the book.
I mean, there are other competitors, like Jodi Picoult (which I've stopped reading because it's depressing and contributes to my rising hypochondria) and Roald Dahl, but seriously, this one takes the prize.
Firstly, this is probably the first proper love story that I have ever read. All the love, the passion and the relationships formed, which I've never been able to find in Picoult, not in Dahl (he just doesn't write much about this), no, not even in Memoirs of a Geisha.
I found raw, pure emotion in this book. The actions. The contact. The closeness. The understanding. And the
yeah.
And it's that sort of vivid emotion that I treasure in books; the ability of the writer to sweep me away and be happy for a person whom I've never met and make me cry for a love that I've never found. I found that in sheer, exuberant abundance in this book.
Friday, May 07, 2010 @ 11:29 pm.
The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger has pretty much been the reigning champion since I got the book.
I mean, there are other competitors, like Jodi Picoult (which I've stopped reading because it's depressing and contributes to my rising hypochondria) and Roald Dahl, but seriously, this one takes the prize.
Firstly, this is probably the first proper love story that I have ever read. All the love, the passion and the relationships formed, which I've never been able to find in Picoult, not in Dahl (he just doesn't write much about this), no, not even in Memoirs of a Geisha.
I found raw, pure emotion in this book. The actions. The contact. The closeness. The understanding. And the
yeah.
And it's that sort of vivid emotion that I treasure in books; the ability of the writer to sweep me away and be happy for a person whom I've never met and make me cry for a love that I've never found. I found that in sheer, exuberant abundance in this book.