Status Updates From The Year of Magical Thinking

Avevo bisogno di star sola perché lui potesse tornare indietro.

“We remind ourselves repeatedly that our own loss is nothing compared to the loss experienced (or, the even worse thought, not experienced) by he or she who died; this attempt at corrective thinking serves only to plunge us deeper into the self-regarding deep.”

This book is as beautiful as it is sad. My guts are all over the place. I want to finish it quickly so the sadness that overflows me at every line I read ends, but it’s also such a beautiful act of love I want to read it for ever