He writes the funniest most brutally sad books ever I hope you enjoy
I am here again suggesting my favorite book I hope you enjoy
Beach Music by Pat Conroy.
It’s 650 pages of perfect sadness and honestly is one of the funniest books I have read. You get themes and talks of suicide, family drama religious drama. You get knee deep into the Holocaust, the Vietnam war. I’ll leave you with 2 of the best paragraphs from the book. And the first one changed my life seriously…
“I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered and untouched in their inland sea. Those tears had been with me always. I thought that, at birth, American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.”
“As she cried, I began to under-stand. You weep at the loss of so beautiful a world and all those parts you will never be able to play again. The dark takes on different meaning. Your body has begun to prepare you for the last completion, for the peace and generosity of silence itself.”
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Christopher Moore, you can’t go wrong with any of his books!
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He writes the funniest most brutally sad books ever I hope you enjoy
I am here again suggesting my favorite book I hope you enjoy
Beach Music by Pat Conroy.
It’s 650 pages of perfect sadness and honestly is one of the funniest books I have read. You get themes and talks of suicide, family drama religious drama. You get knee deep into the Holocaust, the Vietnam war. I’ll leave you with 2 of the best paragraphs from the book. And the first one changed my life seriously…
“I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered and untouched in their inland sea. Those tears had been with me always. I thought that, at birth, American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.”
“As she cried, I began to under-stand. You weep at the loss of so beautiful a world and all those parts you will never be able to play again. The dark takes on different meaning. Your body has begun to prepare you for the last completion, for the peace and generosity of silence itself.”
Christopher Moore, you can’t go wrong with any of his books!