Reading again

I finished reading my first book.  Online.  "The Little Book of Pain" by Anthony Scott Waters.  It took me less than 24 hours.  I am going to read it again and pay closer attention to the artwork.  And highlight the parts that hit way too close to home.  Despite my Prozac numbness, I cried.  Not so much a sad cry, really.  An "oh how I can relate" cry.  Powerful book, for those in the know.  And if you aren't in the know, you are so lucky.

Amazed that I finished the book so quickly, since as of last week, I didn't think that I could read or would read, ever again.

Feeling the need to connect with the author.  Or maybe already have, through his words.