in my case, it’s the passion according to g.h. one of my friends started reading it for the first time this month and suggested that i read it again so we can start a mini book club.
i still feel deeply touched by this book, but its meaning changed to me. when i first read it, i remember feeling a very pure kind of comprehension: i felt the feeling behind the words and sought no connections between the character’s epiphany and the more factual aspects of my life. i just knew that i felt the same, and at that time it didn’t really matter why.
as i read it now, i understand.
