I just retread one of my favorite books The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
I have just finished the book and feel so profoundly sad. I actually have tears in my eyes but I have no one to tell at this time of night… And the husband hasn’t read it so he wouldn’t understand. (and he would laugh at me!) I don’t exactly why it makes me sad (besides the whole murder thing), I think it’s because it’s so beautifully written but it’s also surprisingly uplifting. I just love this book and would recommend it to anyone. When I saw the film years ago I remember being a little disappointed but I’m going to give it another go.