"As you read this, I hope you will understand that when I speak of the long night that proceeded these days of my happiness, I do not remember grief and loneliness so much as I do peace and comfort--grief, but never without comfort; loneliness, but never without peace. Almost never." The beauty and preciousness of #Gilead move me. The intimate letter is like being wrapped in a blanket on a chilly day. Warm. Comforting. Needed. #literaryfiction