Love will win
I read 41 books in 2011.
Of those 41 books, I marked three in bold as “top picks.”
Of those three books, I mentioned that I’d quadruple-bold one if I could.
I bought copies of this book to send to friends. I then looked at my own copy and decided it would do more good in someone else’s hands than on my bookshelf. I sent it off, too.
My review of the book was a single sentence: I run on the verbose side, but about this book I can only say: it is heartbreaking, breathtaking perfection.
My husband, Anthony, and older son went to the movies yesterday.
After returning home, my husband told me how multiple trailers made him cry. “The first one, there’s this kid whose mom is dying–I think it’s called A Monster Calls?”
“What!” I interrupted, sitting straight up in bed. “They made that into a movie?! That book … that’s the one I bought copies to send out to people, because I wanted everyone to read it, and then I even ended up sending out my own copy.”
I hopped out of bed and planted myself in front of my computer. I found a trailer and was instantly swept away. “That’s not the one I saw,” Anthony said from over my shoulder.
I found the right one and I, too, leaked at the eyes while watching.
“I wish you’d kept your copy of the book,” Anthony said.
I ran into the bookstore for another copy this morning.
A full five years since I’d last held a copy of the book, goosebumps rippled up my arms as I picked up my newest copy and gazed at its cover.
How do I begin to describe a book that can do this to me after a half a decade? How do I explain how simply holding a copy of a 200-page children’s book can completely transport me?
Maybe the best way is, quite simply, to say that it does. To say that I see the book and feel in my heart:
Love is more powerful than fear.
Love will win.