It's been four or five years since I read "Cold Mountain" and I'm still on a long, slow burn about it.
If you haven't read the book and don't wish to have the ending semi-spoiled, stop reading now... (or simply stop reading the book about five pages short of the ending).
After HUNDREDS of pages of struggle and pain and depression and war, all I wanted was a happy ending. Yes, the writing was lovely and descriptive, but the journey was heart-wrenching. Having finally brought our protagonists back together, all the author had to do was leave it there. Grrrr.
I'm sorry I ever read it.
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
"It's Dean Cain, Grandpa. He lives in our chair."
G.R.I.P.E.S
