I just started reading The Bridges of Madison County (Robert James Waller) and the way the words lift off the page into my mind makes me want to cry; both from the joy of reading it and despair that I will ever be able to write the way I want to. I may wind up hating it by the time I'm done reading -I have been known to throw books across the room if they end badly- but for now I am in that juxtapostion of wanting to devour it and wanting to savour it.
What's the last book/story/poem/whatever that made you feel this way?
What's the last book/story/poem/whatever that made you feel this way?