Last night I turned the final pages of All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. It was a really profound read. And the strangest thing kept happening to me…every time I picked it up, and began to read, I had the sudden yearning to write. So much so, that for the first time, I started to write a book review long before I’d finished it.
The urge to write has been building for a few days now. Really, I shouldn’t have ignored it for as long as I did – but life got in the way, as it always does. I’m terribly sorry.