I finished reading “Leave Her to Heaven” today.
First off, the book is beautifully written and beautiful in its own right, it’s now one of my favorite novels. But further from that, what I’m about to say will probably be really annoying and/or stupid to a lot of you, but I’m going to write it anyway.
Reading that kind of literature reminded me of when I was thirteen/fourteen and had just “discovered” vintage stuff—in my ignorance I took everything at face value, but I was so inspired by stories of love, honor, character, kindness, selflessness—everything that sounds preachy to most people, but I lapped up. Then as I got older I became cynical when I realized the world doesn’t work like that.
After finishing “Leave Her to Heaven” today, I realized it just felt good to read about inspiring things. Maybe no one else feels the way I do about old world “stuff”, and I’ll admit, it does get lonely because of it. But just to READ about it was so nice, and I felt a little of that old “glow” that I had when I was younger. It felt so nice, and I want to get back into it again. I want to be the kind of person who is GOOD like the people in those books.
(This sounds so DUMB written out in this fashion, but I know what I’m trying to say in my brain.)