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Clangour and Flutes - Sin Fang

richardsikendaily:

I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything,
             couldn’t do it anyway,
just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made
             any sense, anything.

Yesterday night I finished The Kite Runner after a week of not being able to put it down without my heart doubling over and my eyes burning and I wanted to sleep with it, to hold it to my chest and let the words diffuse into my circulatory system or maybe sear them into my skin because. Because. I remember starting it in tenth grade and being utterly absorbed - and then I lost my borrowed copy to library dues and classwork and unhappy times and didn’t get my hands on another battered copy until it appeared at a used book sale this summer for $5 and now, now I know that a story like this is priceless, precious; I could spill a whole range of synonyms into this sentence and they would just barely justify the beauty of this book.