Sometimes when I'm reading, I can feel an invisible wall between myself and the end of the book. I push against it with the words that I read and the pages that I turn, only to feel it become tiring in a way that makes me want to exert myself even more. The ending is so sought after that I have difficulty reading. I want to see the threads joined together. I want to know that I've read what I think I've read. I want to know that I've seen what I should have seen. The Blind Assassin is a book that pushed me in this way.
