1. THE HISTORY OF LOVE
Today I finished reading Nicole Krauss’ The History of Love. A fascinanting book about, well, love. It’s a slow starter, but soon enough its narrative intelligence and creativity (not to mention the feeling, so much feelings!) get you and you see yourself in that paradoxal stage, prolonging the dilemma between reading it and saving it, totally unprepared for the upcoming farewell. But then the last pages come, and you cannot help it anymore. So you read, read, read. And you flood.
2. THE OPPOSITE OF DISAPPEARING
All of sudden, in the last page’s back I found something scribbled by pencil - the book was secondhand (ou god knows how many other hands, since it’s stamped as proceeding from Guinnet County Public Libray, which, I discover, is in Georgia, USA). I overflow, at last, reading this preciosity, words that add a new layer of feeling and make this book - this single one, happily and unexpectedly on my hands - even more significant.
3. THE NOTE
“I loved, loved him so much an aching, ever present know sewed itself into my chest.
I absorbed this book, crying and laying my head on its cover.
And now I wonder - how do I move forward?”