
I've gotten out of the habit of reading
SO much. I used to have a stack of books by my bedside that I plowed through like Amazon was going out of business. Blame it on good 'ole TV or these marathon training days, but my reading is now limited only to books I deem worthy to take up my time. Sounds snooty, I know. But that makes it really worth your while to pick up this book I just finished:
Cutting for Stone by Abraham
Verghese.
I can't remember when a book has brought me literally to tears. I was sobbing as I read this. Full on runny nose, Kleenex, even some quick short "catch up" breaths. I loved this book. The closest thing I can compare it to is Slumdog Millionaire. If you're a fan of that story, you will love this one, too. It's a great summer novel. I'm almost afraid to start another book for fear of a let down. Help me, anyone?
Lorie,
ReplyDeleteMind if I borrow the book? I could use a good cry.
Jim