I just finished reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I heard it was excellent, but hesitated to read it after hearing it was so much like The History of Love. I really liked that book and didn’t want to ruin it by trying to make a comparison.

Now all I have to say is I’m sorry I didn’t read it sooner. I loved it. I thought there were so many reminders about living. Apparently this is how I judge a book, by what I take from it and how I can apply it to my life, however, this book was much more than just a simple lesson. I felt I related to the characters…each one fighting to get their life back and enjoy it despite what they felt was taken away. Somehow I understood why they took one path over another, even though at times I was disappointed with their grief. Yes, even I can see how holding onto something can slowly, bit by bit, take you away from living.

“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” – Jonathan Safran Foer

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Other quotes from the book I loved:

“Why are you leaving me?
He wrote, I do not know how to live.
I do not know either but I am trying.
I do not know how to try.
There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me”

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living”