The Feast of Love by Charles Baxter

About two-thirds of the way through The Feast of Love, one of the characters muses that, “In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside that.” The secret is that the book doesn’t really believe that at all, offering the love of its characters to you in a way that welcomes rather than alienates.

I read this because Cheryl Klein described it as one of the books that had most moved her in the past few years, and if you can’t take the Harry Potter continuity editor’s advice on books, who can you trust? Seriously, though, I don’t know exactly what I was expecting, but as I followed the stories of love, one person to another, I couldn’t help but agree that, for reasons I can’t really explain, the story really resonated with me. I hate to say this kind of thing, but when Mike asked me why I was crying, the only thing I could think of was, “The love that people have for each other is beautiful.” Lame, I know. I am actually fairly lame at heart when it comes to romance, though I hide it beneath my gruff exterior.

You are going to ask me about the movie, and I just don’t know if I am going to see it or not. I had thought I would after finishing the book, but . . . maybe not. This might be a case where I just let the book stand as it is.

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