"While the rain lashed and the sky flashed, he tried to fill her with self-worth and desire, tried to convey how much he needed her to be the person he could bury his cares in. It never quite worked, and yet, when they were done, there came a stretch of minutes in which they lay and held each other in the quiet majesty of long marriage, forgot themselves in shared sadness and forgiveness for everything they'd inflicted on each other, and rested." (page 330)
Freedomby Jonathan Franzen
It's taking forever to read this 562 page book. The characters aren't especially likable, but they are so
real. I love Franzen's writing, and it seems there's a sentence on every page that begs to be read several times. This one is from last night's reading.
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