This book cut me open, from neck to groin.
I felt physical pain, reading it. That doesn't happen often. Powerful storytelling. A kind of story that changes lives and that stays with you forever.
After I read it, I cried, I cried and I cried and I cried, thinking what else I can do to get this good. I'm already writing and reading every day like mad. What else? What else?? My efforts seem shallow and pretentious and superfluous without really meaning much, and trying too hard, and mediocre at best, and I want to get good, I want to get so fucking good that my book will punch people in the face and make them remember it forever. One day. One day. Back to writing I go.