I'm having trouble describing how I feel about the book I'm reading. I'm reading Sybil by Flora Rheta Schriber. If you've seen the movie with Sally Field, you know the character Sybil, who was a real person, has many personalities that developed because her mother, who was schizophrenic, abused and rejected and humiliated her as a child. The movie is bad enough, but there's way more in the book and it's terrible! If this was a happy story, I would have no problem saying that I love the book and am really enjoying it. But considering that it's about a person going through intense turmoil after experiencing horrific abuse, I'm not comfortable with "enjoy" and "love." But I've been thinking about it, and I think I'll say that I'm engrossed and that the story is compelling. It's one of those books that's still with me even when I'm not reading it (Husbandguy doesn't get this). Judging from the nature of the story, though, I bet when it's over it will be one of those books I want to read again right away as opposed to one of those books I'm sorry are over because I want more.
That's what's on my mind. I thought I'd write it down.
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Your blog entry reminds me of the book that disturbed me -- In Cold Blood. When I finished it, I was just glad to put it down and had no intention of reading it again.
I think it is okay to say that the book is good, even though the subject matter is disturbing. I read a book called "Blue Like Jazz" that made me want to instantly re-read it, but I didn't... and now I have forgotten why I wanted to so badly. But I loved that book.
Oh, I LOVED In Cold Blood. I wonder if that sounds weird to say it like that? But, anyway, I have reread it several times!
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