And it isn't their fault. Women are tricky. And ever-changing. And volatile. And probably a long list of other scary/awesome attributes that makes capturing us sincerely on the page all the more illusive.
So when the madre brought me a book last night and preempted it by saying the author gets women I was like OMG YES, hello holy grail.
After reading Devil in the White City I need something emotionally sad, not disturbingly sad. I need to feel awww relationships...they are intricate, not hmmmm is my creepy downstairs neighbor actually an evil genius serial killer using his lonely, not socially aware exterior as a guise...
The later feelings don't promote sleeping though the night. So I say goodbye to DITWC. You were a great read, but I prefer not having creepy nightmares that make me wake up sweating, thank you.
On to feelings. I have just started Breakable You, by Brian Morton. I am in love with the title alone. Three chapters in, and I am already hooked.
"...puzzled by how comfortable it felt to walk beside him...during most of their years together, she'd felt secure with him; she'd felt blessedly safe. Since they'd been apart, she'd come to realize that in return for this feeling of safety she'd given up some of the things that were most important to her. And yet she still had an instinctive nostalgia for the old feeling."