my recently-purchased excellent 2 books are sitting prettily on my messy table.
the 5 ppl you meet in heaven & the valkyries.
WOAH. really deep stuff man really deep stuff. -lets out a deep sigh-

Mitch Albom's an excellent author, the way he/she (i am clueless about genders after the oh-my-gdness-sidney-is-a-guy incident in Times) manages to invoke certain feelings within his readers, the way he gets right to the heart of human nature and the way his descriptions are extremely vivid, so vivid that anyone can read and then picture the whole scene in their head.

It's difficult to find authors like that, i say that because when i read alot of other books, i do not picture as easily their scenarios as i do for Mitch's books. I love books like that, gives me that certain oh-my-gosh-i-have-experienced-the-exact-same-thing-before feeling. I was very touched, yet intrigued by his perception of mankind and human nature, it's as though he feels for every character in his book. It's as though HE IS every character in his book. Amazing, really. The ending was short and sweet. Simple, subtle, and it fitted very well into the whole thing. I cried when I read it, wasn't surprised since Vik & Ade told me that they cried after they read it. They told me that before I purchased it, mind you. So you can say that I was prepared for a weepy ending, lol. I didn't expect it to feel so real actually, I just sorta expected it to be touching. No spoilers here, so I shall not disclose anymore. :)

Let's just say, it gave me loads to think about, not that kinda thinkin that eventually leads to a bloody headache, but it was those kinda when you think and then you talk to yourself. I did exactly that, and it seemed that I was trying to reason to myself about certain things. It was as though I was telling myself that I can't control my mind, it controls me. I confuse myself, really.
I talked to myself a lot just now when I was at home alone, stuff like when i did things this way, why did i do it like that? oh because I feel this certain way and stuff. i know this sounds crazy, i better stop. Reading's getting a hold on me!

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.- Kahhil Gibran (quoted from darlin hongs blog.)

how true, baby, how true.