I haven’t shed a tear yet. I was told I would be crying. I am more than half way through the book. A book I have no idea how I got into reading. I can tell the moments I could have potentially cried. I may not even cry. I wonder if that is a function of age, insensitivity? This book has got me thinking though.
What makes us do the things we do? Why do our memories haunt us? Why is pain so much more memorable than happiness? Who do we trust? Who do we really care about? Who do we love? How do we know that we are loved? Will we ever forgive the decisions made unknowingly. Where do we find such forgiveness? Does life have to be complicated? Can I be free?