one of the reasons i love the English Patient so much is the way the author writes. I'd never been able to really convey the feeling of the way i read, completely occupied by the book, and then i read this passage from the book (and yes, I googled it, because it was bothering me):
"she entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in places that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from a sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams."
that's exactly how i feel after reading, full of memories that aren't mine, or that aren't real, like i've been in someone else's life for too long, and it generally lasts the entire day and makes me quiet and thoughtful and want to be alone, or in a general state of quietness, hence me hiding from my family now. i miss montreal, where leela and alison know when to leave me alone, i miss the freedom of moving however i want through my house, or getting up when i want to, or going for a late-night snack at 1 am with Leela.
