The more I read, the more I'm touched by words, or so it seems. I'm not sure whether this kind of empathy develops with practice or with age, but I can't feel detached anymore. More and more, I find myself genuinely feeling and hearing the voices others put on paper.
I cried my eyes out with E. Lynn Harris, got so enraged I was ready for war with Achebe, felt a sweet melancholy with Sagan, and now Uwem Akpan. "Say you're one of them" literally broke my heart. All throughout the book I felt restless, helpless, and extremely emotional. When I read the last page last night I simply could not take it anymore. I tried to read those emotions away with an old Sagan but it was all in vain. I could still see their faces, taste their blood, and feel their pain. Their voices still resounding deep inside of me.
I guess I have to be careful what I read now...
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