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The Reapers Are the Angels
by Alden Bell
I don't know if I consider myself an emotional reader. There are books I read that contain very emotional passages and events that I wind up leafing through because I just cannot make myself care. So I don't think I am super sensitive and weepy. But then there are books that I cry to. Books that leave me shaken long after I closed the last page. Books that ruin a day and a half of my good mood because I grieve over the events the characters are subjected to, like they were my own close friends. So I don't know. Maybe I am a sucker for a sad read, and my water works do have a hair trigger, even if I don't want to admit it to myself.
That said, I read half of this book with tears blurring the words. There were chapters where I had to stop and put down the book and blink the moisture away so I could continue with the story. This book took my heart out, smacked it a few times with a hammer and then shoved it back into my chest cavity. I am still sad and mad over what happened and how things ended.
This book wasn't all dark gloomy depressing moments. In fact, most of it was about the beauty of the world and the goodness of the people that inhabit it. Even the protagonist was an upbeat sort of person, considering the situation she was in. Maybe this acceptance of the world, both good and bad, is probably what makes all the horrible sad moments that much more powerful and impactful.
It will probably be weeks before I shake the gloom this book put me under. I know there is a sequel, but I don't know if I am ready to start it yet. I need to heal. But once I do, I will be chasing that same feeling of anguish this book gave me.
That said, I read half of this book with tears blurring the words. There were chapters where I had to stop and put down the book and blink the moisture away so I could continue with the story. This book took my heart out, smacked it a few times with a hammer and then shoved it back into my chest cavity. I am still sad and mad over what happened and how things ended.
This book wasn't all dark gloomy depressing moments. In fact, most of it was about the beauty of the world and the goodness of the people that inhabit it. Even the protagonist was an upbeat sort of person, considering the situation she was in. Maybe this acceptance of the world, both good and bad, is probably what makes all the horrible sad moments that much more powerful and impactful.
It will probably be weeks before I shake the gloom this book put me under. I know there is a sequel, but I don't know if I am ready to start it yet. I need to heal. But once I do, I will be chasing that same feeling of anguish this book gave me.