Finished another one

I do not recall nor do I feel like counting the number of books I've read since I got here. However, I finished Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah last week as well. I had the last 50 pages to go, and I was a ball of tears for the last forty. This is no exaggeration, my friends. I am being completely serious. I was laying there on the sofa bed, determined to finish the novel (when I get to the less-than-50-pages-to-go mark, I just want to get it finished), and when the tears started flowing they just didn't stop. I figured I'd just cry for a couple pages, so I let my t-shirt suffice to wipe them away. Um...wrong. It was frighteningly insufficient  Once my sleeves and collar were unpleasantly damp, I was more or less drowning in the salty stream, not to mention that I could no longer breathe through my nose anymore. I got up and got a tissue. Four of them actually.

And once I got to the last page, page 479, all four were well used. I do not even remember the last time I had cried that much from a book. It is a moving story, and if you have a best friend - your other half, the one who tells it to you straight no matter what, the one you can always count on, your "lifer" - then your heart strings will be plucked and tuned in order that you never forget what really counts in this life.

Ahh....I could read it all over again and still probably cry that much all over again.