But I wonder, have you ever read one of those beautiful books that you can't bear to read because then it will be finished? These books are the ones that you sneak a peek at when ever you pass but that you ration carefully like the last drops of a favourite perfume or a wonderful box of Godiva chocolates knowing that when the last bit is gone then it is gone forever. These books are rare. They're oh so special, and are sublimely, exquisitely beautiful. When you recall them you feel their peacefulness all over again. D'yaknowwadImean?
I've read three books that fit into this category - one only recently.
These are they:
- Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
- A Thousand Days in Venice by Marlena de Blasi
- The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery
I'm told that I'll adore Gilead by Marilynne Robinson too. It's on order at the library. I hope it is as good as the three I've mentioned about but somehow I doubt it.
Books this special don't come along very often.
What are yours?