What are you reading?

rereading my favorite book, A Little Life. it’s horribly depressing but such a beautiful story, and has some of my favorite quotes ever. i’ve never been able to relate to a character more than I have with this book. I could talk about it for AGES

This is probably my favorite passage: an elderly father talks about his son who has recently passed in a letter to the son’s partner:

“But although I could never have imagined the person he would become for me, I knew how he would leave me: despite all my hopes, and pleas, and insinuations, and threats, and magical thoughts, I knew…Had we missed something? Could we have done something different?…That he died so alone is more than I can think of; that he died thinking he owed us an apology is worse; that he died still stubbornly believing everything he was taught about himself- after you, after me, after all of us who loved him- makes me think that my life has been a failure after all, that I have failed at the one thing that counted…It isn’t only that he died, or how he died; it is what he died believing. And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”