On Feels

After recently completing two books that gave me (very different) feels – Gone With The Wind and Armstrong & Charlie – I realized it’d been a while since a book truly moved me.

Some of you might be asking, what the fuck are feels?

-Puts on glasses and a tweed jacket- Well, class, “feels” is modern slang short for feelings. For example, if a book “gives you feels” or even “gives you all the feels”, it was a very emotional experience that is otherwise hard to describe. Now, I don’t classify anger at terrible writing as a feel, but some others may do so. Feels are open to interpretation, but for me, they encompass sadness and love and excitement and nostalgia and emotions along those veins. A book that gives me feels moves me in the best way (unlike books that move me to chuck them out my front door -cough-EdgeOfReason-cough-).

-Takes off glasses and tweed jacket- So, feels!

After finishing  Armstrong and Charlie and putting a cork in my waterworks, and finishing Gone With The Wind and wanting to hurl it off a cliff in the best way (yes, you can also want to throw around a book in a positive way, I’ve decided), I was reveling in all the feels I was feeling. I’ve read some excellent books this year (and I still want to scream in your face about how fantastic Warbreaker is) but nothing really hurt my heart or made me want to cry until the aforementioned books came into my life.

I missed having feels and it was great to be experiencing them once more. But I also realized, if most of the books I read treated me this way, I’d be fucking exhausted. I’d probably be an emotional wreck and a terror (or more of a terror, if you ask Sweetbeeps) to deal with and everyone around me would be like, Millie, get a friggen grip!

So like most things in life, there needs to be a balance. I’m glad that some books I read are mediocre, or some are awesome but not deeply emotional so that when I come across a book that gives me all the feels I can wallow in them without destroying my psyche.

I’ll wrap this up with an utterly random of some other books I’ve read that gave me feels: The Mists of Avalon, The Love Song of Queenie Hennessy (still can’t think about the ending without tearing up), Liesl and Po, Beastkeeper, Alias Hook, Pax, True Grit, The Road, Island of the Blue Dolphins, A Monster Calls.

Do you tend to get the feels often? Do you agree with any of my recommendations? I’d love to hear what books give you feels so I can read them and feel more feels.

Mini Review: The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy

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The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy
By Rachel Joyce

My Edition:
ARC paperback, 370 pages
2015, Random House
ISBN: 9780812996678 (hardcover)

I received this book for free from LibraryThing in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review. All opinions in this post are my own.

In The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, Harold learns that his old co-worker Queenie Hennessy is suffering from a terminal illness, so he decides to walk the length of England to visit her. Now readers hear Queenie’s side of the story as she deals with the fear of what Harold may think when he arrives and the memories she relives as she waits for him. She decides to write a letter to him, detailing the events of their past and some of her life in the present. 

It’s been quite some time since I read Harold Fry and I almost wish I’d  gone back and re-read it first. But I remembered the basic outline and so I set off on Queenie’s part of the journey. And what a journey it was! While Queenie was the motivation for Harold’s journey, she wasn’t much of a presence in his book. This time we hear from her directly, both about her current life in the hospice, battling  her illness, and about her past with Harold and his son, David. Sadly, I can’t remember if there was much talk of David in the last book, but he’s very present in this book and gives more light to Harold’s character. There’s a lot more to Harold and Queenie’s past than Harold ever realized, and Queenie details it all in her long letter to Harold.

There are also several other people in the hospice with Queenie, and while Joyce doesn’t give a lot of detail about their lives, they all felt very real. Suddenly Harold’s  journey doesn’t just have Queenie waiting, but the whole hospice. Looking back into her past, Queenie reveals the difficult times she’s been through, as well as her deep love for Harold.

I won’t say too much about the plot, as it intertwines with the first book, and I think that you should just read both. The short chapters made this book easy to breeze through; you know, one of those books where you say “I’ll just read one more chapter” and then you realize you’re halfway through the book? And the ending! THE ENDING! Maybe I’m overly emotional (I totally am), but this book gave me a good cry. I always appreciate when a writer creates something with enough emotion to actually affect me like that. Props to Ms. Joyce.

I found a number of meaningful quotes in this book, and I’ll leave you with this one, “When a thing is taken away, you see more clearly  what it brought to your life.”

+ Vocabulary alert +
anodyne – not likely to offend or upset anyone
teetotalism – practice of complete abstinence from alcoholic drinks

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The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy book is an excellent companion to Harold Fry and it added back story I didn’t know I was truly missing until I read this. There was a lot of emotion in this book and personally I felt it pretty deeply. I won both these books from LibraryThing and I’m grateful, as they’re not typically something I would pick up – I would definitely be missing out if I’d never read them!