The Great Believers

Wow. Just wow. This book is so marvelously sad. Tragically, beautifully, wonderfully sad. It's that perfect confluence of art, emotion, and entertainment and I absolutely loved it.

I'm finding these days the mark of a good book means a few things for me: 1) I can't put it down, and when I have to, I spend a good portion of the day looking forward to getting back to it. 2) some sentences make me pause and reread to reflect on some sentiment that seems so absolutely true to me, yet so nuanced that I'm almost surprised someone else felt the same 3) I'm completely immersed in a different perspective and a different time — so much so that I feel, viscerally, the pains of that perspective/time... and get so engrossed that I find myself googling, say, “1980s AIDS crisis Chicago” because I need to know everything.

And this book did those things. It sounds corny but reading it, I felt among a group of friends. And the plot is consuming, besides. Great read!