kasche

Oh, hell.
Saturday I finished the book. I'm- well, speechless. Ok, to be honest there are a lot of things I'd like to say, but write them down would be too much like an essay. Plus I know I wouldn't be able to express me well using words only, so I'll keep quiet.
I expected some things (it does ring a bell, when leafing through your old history text you find out that Alexander's successors - other than Ptolemy, whom I remembered - were just Seleuco and Antigono Gonata), but I had no idea when them would happen.. in fact I was picturing another scenario, and the way it actually happened took me by surprise.
During the last chapters I couldn't help having bright eyes. And this is just the third book that made me feel that way. Really, I felt a weight on my stomach.
And I can't even make names for fear of spoiling someone too much!

No to mention that I won't listen to Songs about Jane with the same mood ever again. Secret and Not coming home kept playing in my head of their own sheer will.

Right now, I'm the very happy owner of:

one "The Persian Boy", Mary Renault;

one "Kilbrack : A Novel", Jamie O'Neill;

one "The Last of the Wine", Mary Renault;

one "Good Omens", Neil Gaiman.



Well, virtual owner. I doubt I'll lay my hands on them before the first week of June.. *sigh*