negative space and teapots and tears

I cried on the train this morning. I am reading the best book, and you’re probably thinking “how can something be the best when it makes you cry” and trust me, they were not happy tears, they were sad – really sad, but it is amazingly sad. I consider a rush of an overwhelming amount of feelings from reading a book a win (happy or sad). I haven’t had a book make me feel this much in ages, which is partly my fault because I was addicted to Candy Crush and stopped reading for multiple months, but I also hadn't read anything super noteworthy in quite some time even before my weakness to a game on my phone ensued. The book I am reading is called Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt. As soon as I got to work today I searched for all of her books, so I could load them onto my Kindle, but this is her first novel. Ugh. Figures. I don’t want to say too much about the book itself and I haven’t even officially finished yet (25% left). I was torn about mentioning it before I was done, but thought I could risk it. It is amazing and I hope two things 1. she writes more books and 2. you read it.