Ana V.

This book is heaven written black on white.

From page one, I've been hooked and I haven't been able to stop. I started it today at maybe 11 am and finished now, at 10 pm. With pauses and all that, I still couldn't convince myself to let it down. I had homework, dammit, and I risk getting a 4 in class because I wanted to finish this so badly.

It's been a long time since I read a book like I was thirsty for water after a ... 100 mile run through the Death Valley, suppose. See? Now everything comes in running terms, and I'm so far away from being a runner or even a sloppy walker! It impressed me so much through it's roughness, through the raw feeling that I understand now that running gives; it impressed me because of the people, the men and women (or women and men) who pushed themselves further and further until there was no further so they invented it.

I loved this book so much, and now I am so sad I finished it. Books like this don't come on your ... track ... every other day, so it's a treasure and a thing to be respected.