Recently I posted a post about this book.
I tried to put it into the context of what I knew and what I had read so far to that point and what I had thought about those things.
And I tried to compare it to three other authors whose works are of high importance to me.
I had never heard of Amor Towel.
In fact, I was reading the book because my sister had said I should read it had and loaned her copy to me so I could.
So now I have.
And now that hopelessly vast deep and wide feeling of sad loss that always accompanies the completion of a really great book - now it's done, now it's gone - has beset me.
In this case I have immediately gone into denial mode.
I have created a silver lining.
This email to my sister documents that state of denial and silver lining that I have created.
"I will never be able to thank you enough for loaning it to me. Let’s have lunch after I get back so I can return it. It screams to be a trilogy. I don’t think he could get it done with only a second book. I vote for George Clooney to play the Count in the movie - if the makeup folk can handle the 30 year old segment."