I love this book.
That is... Captain Corelli's Mandolin. There's a movie based on it as well.... I've never finished it but the language is so delicious and transforming... it's almost like watching an artist paint a painting except his words are the paint and the pages are his brush. And... as with painting, you don't fully always understand everything that's going on but you're so mesmerized and enthralled by watching and being able to share the process, you can't help but continue the journey and try to see like you're watching through the artist's eyes himself.
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“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
- Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.
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