I remember passing this book to my dad to read, over afternoon chai. He started easily enough, but as we got 3/4 of the way through the book, he paused. I could see him reading through the remainder in his head, and processing things. He closed the book and passed it back to me, and told me to take it back. Clearly, he couldn't finish it.
I have never been able to read this book without getting a lump in my throat, and tearing up. Last night was no different. It really burns me from both ends, as a child AND as a parent.
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