There is no love like the love you have for your first horse but that love is so easy to forget, or misplace-it's like love for yourself, the self you outgrow.
There is no love like the love you have for your first horse but that love is so easy to forget, or misplace-it's like love for yourself, the self you outgrow.
Listen to me. You mock my blindness, do you? But I say that you, with both your eyes, are blind: You can not see the wretchedness of your life, Nor in whose house you live, no, nor with whom. Who are your father and mother? Can you tell me? You do not even know the blind wrongs that you have done them, on earth and in the world below.
My fave Stephen King novel. Fell in love with the main character and cried in the end.
I read this 20 years ago when I was a freshman in college. It was boring then. The characters were dry, the plot uneventful...I wasn't quite ready. Now , married, kids, some life under my belt; whoa! It's a whole new experience. Reading it now I appreciate the way Edna Pontellier feels. The story is more like a page out of my world than a work of fiction. Sometimes you just gotta give it time; it changes everything.