“Was there any form of prayer purer than a beautiful, meaningless act?”
Man, this was good. I rarely cry reading books. This however pushed right through my emotions. It reminded me how much I love reading. It made me enjoy living too. It reminded me why I live. Why living even is worth it. It’s to feel. This thing right here made me feel. A feeling of euphoria. Once I started reading it. I simply couldn’t stop. Hell, I read the first chapter to see how good it was. Then slept the night. Once I started it the next day at around 9pm. Hoping to just read a couple chapters and go to sleep. I raised my head only when I finished the whole book. It was already 2:15 am. That was… You don’t usually read like that man. I never got bored reading it. I didn’t even feel tired. I simply wanted to read more and more. I couldn’t stop. That was how good it was.