a little life

nothing could be further from the title of the book I just finished...

it was, a contemporary masterpiece - the sort of book I wish I could write..so real, so incredibly sad, so incredibly beautiful...kind of like life...

one of the things I loved most about it was the main theme of friendship...see, I've not had many good relationships with men, and for much of my adult life I've been single, but I have always seen the relationships with my girlfriends (and male friends) as very important and kind of central in my life...

and sure, that could be because I haven't had a partner for much of that time, but really, it's because those relationships are real and meaningful and deeper than I've shared with men...

so what this book did for me, other than make me realise how lucky I am, is to remind me that just because I don't have a significant other, doesn't mean my little life isn't worthy or honourable or important...

I think that for ever more Jude St Frances and Willem Ragnarsson will be people I occasionally think of...

Yanagihara's book is one I will treasure, i'll probably re-read it, but above all, it reminded me that each of us has a life, and they are all valuable and important, no matter how small and importantly, they are ours...

bravo!