Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Memories That Aren't Even Mine


I've never read anything by him before.  I've always been scared away by those who cry melodrama and drivel.  But I decided to give this book a try after I saw Ryan reading it on our camping trip.  I'm only about half way through, but it's got me.  All this nostalgia that I speak of all the time is very hard to put into words. Somehow, he has done it in this book.  I can't explain it really, nor can I pick a single quote, but it's there.  It struck me vividly on the subway yesterday, and I completely lost myself in memories that weren't even my own, not on paper anyway.  But as I read his words, they were being replaced by my own.  As I read his descriptions of nostalgia, my mind was floating on the memory of mine.

No comments: