books that actually hurt my heart
I think I’m an empath and whenever I read something special, a pain travels up my left middle and ring finger, through my arm, and to my chest, a very real, physical pain.
THE PAINTED VEIL // Somerset Maugham
I felt so much emotion as I binge read this in a day that when I finished (I remember, I was sitting on the top step in my home) I was left drained, empty.
PERSUASIONÂ // Jane Austen
the scene - you know the scene - was like a punch to my chest. I felt a gaping hole where Austen’s words had carved my heart out. and it wasn’t even sad
WASHINGTON SQUAREÂ // Henry James
I keep Henry James on my shelf because of how much hatred I have toward him. no other author has instilled such passion from me. the only time I physically threw a book down was when I finished this. (it’s a thing now, among my family members, I hate Henry James’s endings)
HOWARD’S END // E. M. Forster
the passion in this was slow, gradual, an injustice rising. I recommend watching Parasite (2019) near to the time you read this. find the similarities. cry for leo
MEN AT ARMSÂ // Evelyn Waugh
the pain in this is subtle subtext. beautifully written yet painful when you think about everything that has happened. one scene in particular left a hole in me that no other piece of media or life! has yet to fill.
THE IDIOT // Fyodor Dostoevsky
this is my favorite book of all time. I’ve yet to reread it because I’m scared of how it will leave me. this book terrifies me. “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”Â