As you can probably tell, I've read it. And I have to say that I finally get why you loved that darn book and her so much. Even more so through the lens of hindsight. I'd say that apart from physical characteristics and a few details, I'm even inclined to say that it is really a story about you except in an alternate universe.
I can even see myself in a few of the characters, and I'm sure that you would already know who they are. Everything including my flaws are in scattered throughout all the characters, like I am really seeing myself through the looking glass.
Lots of emotions were brought forth. Emotions that I am glad to be reminded of. But there are also plenty of them that I would like not to be reminded of. As a whole, she provided a lot of empathy to me, at least up to a certain point in her life.
For the time being, she has given me something for the road ahead of me though gloomy, lifeless and void of any comforting presence as it is already. There is scope for imagination. And perhaps that is what I need to be able to entertain the idea of it being thrusted upon me, or maybe achieved, as Mrs. Lavendar would have put it. What happened to her in the end is not for me as yet and is subject for a distant time and place, if Providence were to allow the course of history to flow through it.
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