Unknowingly, I picked the wrong book to read. It’s been so long since I read a book for time pass, for the sheer enjoyment of just reading and losing myself in fiction. The last I recall was Samira & Samir, in November 2011. That is long!!!
I have been reading nonetheless, but not paperback. And nothing of this length. So, with the resolution to stay away from my pathetic soul and its cravings I dived into the most hefty book in my book cupboard. Yes! I collect books to read on a continuous basis. It’s just that I have been negligent in following it up. In other words I have been online too much, chatting too much, and basically fixated on a dream too much.
Back to the now and here! I started this book, A French Affair by Susan Lewis, a few days ago. The first couple of chapters were slow. Then it took up speed. From the moment Jessica and Luc met, it was déjà vu all over again . Their guilty pleasures that they entertained in their minds and hearts at first, not able to resist the mutual feelings, and yet resisting to no end given what was to be lost otherwise, the hurt it will cause to loved ones – they stopped themselves and not actually able to stop.
I couldn’t put the book down. Kept on reading for two days during every moment I got. The book is pretty long with 567 pages. But pretty well written. The suspense built cleverly, the story weaved with care, the characters came alive with the writers superb descriptions of their emotions, their demeanor, and their surroundings. The book is about love, sacrifice, family, understanding, lies, deceptions, forgiveness, betrayal, lust, friendship, career, fame, and a lot more.
I am happy, that even with all the agonizing tormenting moments, in the end there was a happy ending. Too bad real life is not like that. Or maybe it is! Maybe we just don’t have the patience to see things through. Or maybe it really depends on the destiny and fate and all the bullshit.
Anyway, the point is – I was doing alright for the last few days. But having gone through all those emotions in this book, having been in the heads of all the characters – there is again a yearning, a need, a want.
This surely has not been the best book for the moment. But in a way I am happy I read it. The dull pain will go away, I am sure.
————– Now just some extracts from the book:
The patriotic citizen I am, could not help but smile to see the sheer mention of Maldives.
Jessica nodded. ‘Of course,’ she said quietly, not sure how much of the diatribe she believed, even though she could think of no reason for Melissa to lie…
Those moments at the lake and amongst the vines felt almost like a dream now, or a game, where they’d teased one another, showing their attraction, even their desire, with no real understanding yet of what it was going to mean.
Though her tone had remained light, he knew she was hurt, so he quickly said,’I was just thinking of somewhere we could go. The Maldives? Sri Lanka? What about Sicily? We had a wonderful time there on one of our anniversaries, do you remember?’
Jessica turned to him in surprise. ‘Does that mean a new sculpture has arrived?’ she asked.
He shot her a glance, then steering the care into the vineyard he said, ‘It’s of Lilian.’
At the mention of Lilian’s name the light in her eyes dimmed – with guilt, and with jealousy that made her feel more wretched than ever. She tried to shut it from her mind, to pretend it wasn’t real, and thought instead of last night, and how hard it had been to say goodbye to him at the door of Daniella’s apartment. They had come so close, so very close to kissing, but somehow she’d made herself turn away, all the time wanting him to pull her back, to persuade her that just one night would be acceptable, as long as no-one eve found out. It hadn’t happened though, he’d let her go, which had made her realize how very much he loved Lilian, for he had the will power to stop himself betraying her. She could only feel ashamed of how willing she would have been, had he given her just one sign.
I have been meaning to write a book myself. Fiction. An idea has been there for some time. Just don’t know where to begin. And reading this book and her style has rekindled the thought.
And here I am, posting this on a day that marks 18 years of togetherness (not much of a celebration though). And I couldn’t help associate the characters in that book to the characters around me
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