The Slow Regard of Silent Things.

I finished this novel a few days ago and I felt the need to write about my feelings at the time of finally shutting the book. So I wrote.

The Slow Regard of Silent things is a book that ends on paper and not in your mind, a book that you close and hold and feel with your eyes closed and heart open and you feel. I have read books like this before, books that whisper to you when they're nearby, books that fill a hole in your soul that you didn't know existed and yet you know you are bigger inside for it. The Slow Regard of Silent Things is a rare thing, an experience more than a story and yet a story still. It makes me want to write and think and feel and laugh and love and look at the world in a way I haven't done before, in a way I'm not sure I can. Much of the book is spent finding things that are perfect, that fit in their place. This story fits, perfect and whole inside of you without pretending to be something that it is not. And if that's not enough to make you want to read it, I don't know what to give you.