Started this book yesterday and I am so into it. (I kind of wish I related less at times, but I am riveted.) Going into it, I knew it was a memoir about an abusive relationship (not a part I relate to, thankfully). I am still in the "happy" part of the relationship, but since we know it will turn bad, everything is tinged with darkness and dread.
It's one of those books (have I written about this before? I need a phrase for it...) where I feel like if I am in the other room, I almost have an itching urge to go get it and keep reading. Like, I'll be sitting downstairs and I've this vague sense always of a kind of invisible string leading to it upstairs, tugging at me a bit. (Mixed metaphors, I know...)
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