Have you ever read a book that affected you so profoundly that you just couldn’t shake it for days and days and weeks, even? Have you ever read a book that transported you so completely that when you were done, you felt sorrow at the realization that the story wasn’t real? Have you ever read a book whose characters you became so emotionally invested in and attached to that finishing the book felt almost like a death (and if any of those characters died before the story was over, it shook you to your core?)?
That book for me is Lonesome Dove. I recently finished it for the third time (however, this time I listened to the audio version, which wasn’t quite as good as reading it myself), and immediately after finishing it, I spent the next several days watching the 1989 miniseries. Although the miniseries left quite a bit of the book out, and changed numerous things, it’s still, in my view, one of the best miniseries ever made, and one of the best film adaptations of a book ever produced. I fell in love with Robert Duvall as Gus McCrae, and watching him in this movie still makes me weak in the knees, and his death still leaves me ugly crying.
So, although it’s been two months since I last wrote here, I have still been reading (or listening, as the case may be), but writing has gone on the back burner because, well, life. I hope to come back here and share my thoughts about a couple of other books soon.
In the meantime, tell me what books you’ve read that have affected you deeply.