I was at the bookstore the other day and the reviews on the back of a book caught my eye. It was along the lines that guaranteed a heart wrenching experience. No doubt the reader of this book would need to brace themselves for an emotional wallop.
I was very hesitant on buying this book although the synopsis rendered me interested. With time to kill, I decided to flip a few pages to note the writing style and see if I could decipher the plot-line. I couldn't focus on reading it since I was looking around and feeling guilty that I'm reading this book like I would in a library, it felt illegal somehow. After a couple of brief glances, I flip to the final pages of the book and then it came.
The feels came back with a vengeance after I read a letter that the main male character wrote to the female before he died after insisting that he be pulled off the life supporting machine. I immediately closed the book before it got too much like the time I read the ending of Marley and me in the school bus. It wasn't a pretty sight.
It was that kind of book that hurts but in a good way. I don't know how to explain it in more detail than that. I've read books with tear inducing endings and boy does it pack an emotional punch. You'll feel like a soulless husk and wander around at least for the remaining day. At night, you'll look up on the ceiling, illuminated by the faint glow of the moonlight, thinking about how you would feel if you were the one being left alone like in the book.
I have a hate love relationship with these kinds of stories and for now, I'll stay away from them and gravitates towards the funny, fluffy ones. Maybe one day I'll return to them. One day...
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