The Sweetest, Saddest Thing I've Ever Read

I'm a reader. But I rarely read just to read. It's truly a tragedy on some level but unfortunately that tragedy is something I have yet to discover a happy ending to. I did however find quite a bit of time over the 4 day weekend Labor Day graciously provided us with. Understandably, some people may not enjoy the idea of what I did on Saturday but to others it may be the little piece of heaven I found it to be. I read an entire book cover to cover. It was wonderful. And to make the day perfect, raindrops tapped against the glass of my window as if God was agreeing with me that the day should be spent in bed. Days like those inspire me to try and spend more of my time with my nose in a book. By doing so, today, I came across the sweetest, saddest thing I've ever read. And I desperately wanted to share it. It's from The History of Love by Nicole Krauss. The pages are something the main character is writing himself and it nearly brought me to tears. There is actually a sentence later in the book that describes how I feel about this passage and why I read in the first place.


"I don't know what to say about it, except that it moved me in a way one hopes to be moved each time he begins a book. What I mean is, in some way I'd find almost impossible to describe, it changed me."


So here is that passage that I decided is the sweetest, saddest thing I've ever read. Enjoy.

So there it is. I'd ruin it if I talked about it.