Book Reader’s Blog

Most likely I did not follow Helen’s train of thought. Well, certainly I did not. The book made me so depressed that I almost abandoned it just to stay on the optimistic side of things. Maybe the final message is “it’s worth it”, but I certainly am worried for Alice Sebold’s life–if there is any resemblance between author’s writing and their life, we must be worried about Alice’s will to live. I read Lovely Bones a couple of years ago, I skipped Lucky, but I knew the history behind the old amphitheater in Thornden Park in Syracuse, where, BTW I always parked my car while spending a few years at Syracuse University.

I was thinking about Michael Cunningham. I was thinking about all suicidal writers. If you feel compelled into going into such direction, read the book.