Tonight I finished a book. This isn’t necessarily something that I would normally post about, especially since I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. It’s something that I’ve been working on steadily since the new year – reading on a more regular basis that is. But tonight was different.
I finished The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin. It was a phenomenal book, and one that I highly recommend. The story was original, interesting and full of twists and turns. It had amazing characters that were easy to relate to. I was stunned by the ending which wasn’t at all what I had expected when I started the book.
This still isn’t why I’m writing this post. So the book was good. A lot of books are good. I’ve written about books that are good. I’ll write about more books that are good. Yay for good books. I’m writing this post because this book evoked an emotional reaction.
Emotional reactions aren’t something I have a lot of when reading. Don’t get me wrong. I get invested in my books. I get attached to my characters. I have authors that I love and look for everything they write. I take my reading seriously. But it’s rare that a book makes me want to cry, and even more rare that I actually cry. This book made me want to cry. I didn’t because it rarely happens. Movies and TV are much more likely to make me cry; I think it’s something to do with actually seeing the story play out.
Go find and read a book that makes you feel something. It can be any emotion, but go feel it strongly.
BrittanyM
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