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Most Vivid Reads #3

The first two posts in this series can be found here  and here.

Gilead  Marilynne Robinson

Gilead is a luscious read, a quiet, powerful, resonating read, the epitome of the sort of book you might find yourself refusing to read the last page of because it will be awful to have it be over. The narrator is an old man, a minister, nearing his own death and writing a letter (the book is the letter) to his young son. “My custom has always been to ponder grief,” he says partway through,

That is, to follow it through ventricle and aorta to find out its lurking places. That old weight in the chest, telling me there is something I must dwell on, because I know more than I know and must learn it from myselfthat same good weight worries me these days.

And you will remember, and slow down to think about, his voice, I daresay, off and on for all of your days. Continue reading

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