The strange joy of Literature.

I love a book that I must put down every few pages to consider what I have read. Normally for me books are a soft summer breeze, a joy. So, when one cuts me, challenges me, hurts me; so clever, I find it hard to follow. To me that is a scalpel of joy. A cutting joy. and it is rarely I am challenged in such a way. Liu Cixin did it with "The Three Body Problem", "Blindsight" by Peter Watts. "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte and "Rebecca" by Daphne Du Maurier did likewise as did every book by William Peter Blatty. (lol- I just wished to suggest it is not all about science fiction). Most books, whilst enjoyable, are "also ran's" I suspect most of mine are too. It is wonderful to find something exceptional.

It is rare that we do.