In a Daze

Finished Flowers in the Attic last night. Hadn’t planned to, wanted to save some of it for the plane ride on thursday, but I just couldn’t put it down. I started at 12:50am and each hour, without planning for it to be each hour, I’d look up and see the night passing by I but couldn’t stop reading. It was 4:50 before I turned the last page and went to sleep feeling hallow, empty. I”m still reeling from the ending. So much saddness and pain, so mucdh needless suffering. A terrifying example of what greed can drive a person to. My only small comfort is that is a work of fiction. Then again nothing so sad and horrifying could be imagined without a real life catalyst to inspire it. That thought keeps returnign, giving me chills.

Espescially because there IS so much real life suffering and cruelty in the world. Just hit “random” here on OD and you’ll find it in droves. How do you leave a comfortign note to someone in so much pain, when all you’ve known is a regular, mostly happy life? Yet how can you voyeristically read about someone else’s pain without trying to leave some kind words to help ease that pain?