I read a book yesterday, yes the whole book. Well most of it anyway. When I realized the direction the book was taking, I went to the ending. Do you ever do that?? I ended up crying at the last chapter. The book was a departure from my regular reading. I did not like the language, and the ending left me feeling somewhat that the author was giving liberty that violates moral and ethical laws. However, at the end, as I was weeping, her words dug deep into my heart. I've been too sensitive this last year, things happening in my own life that have ripped me apart.
All day long the words sifted through my mind. I've always been a reader, and books have held a special attraction to me. So much so that I can vividly imagine in my mind the cast of characters, the plot and the story line. I can see the buildings, the furnishings, the costumes. I envision the people, what they look like, their expressions. It's like a movie theater runs in my mind and I see the whole production. So when the words run deep......... my heart tends to follow.