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What the Wind Knows by Amy Harmon

I loved this book with my whole heart and I want everyone to fall in love with it. If I could stand on a mountain and shout it to the world...I would. Consider this my mountain. "Anne is asleep now, curled on her side, and I can only watch her, my heart so swollen in my chest that I'll suffocate if I don't stay upright. The light of the lamp touches her freely, boldly even, brushing her hair and tracing the dip of her waist and the swell of her hip, and I am irrationally jealous of the caress." Amy Harmon has such an exquisite way with words that I am often taken aback by them. They bowl me over, and I have to pick myself up, dust myself off, and read them again, preparing myself the second time around to stay upright. But even the second time around her words hit me square in the chest, a deep ache swelling around my heart. I feel her words in my bones. And I can't be sorry for reading them because the ache is worth it -- What the Wind Knows, was most especially worth it. It's been a while since I read a book that touched me this deeply. Anne, Eoin, and Thomas--their love for each other was eternal - it was transcendent - it defied time and space - here and now - there and then. It simply just was and is and always will be. This book wasn't simply a book. It was breath and life. It was heart and soul. It was beauty and pain. Above all else, it was love. Love between Ireland and her people - between a grandfather and his granddaughter - between a mother and son - and between a man named Thomas Smith and a woman named Anne Gallagher. And boy, what a love story all these stories were. Each one touching the other so profoundly that everyone was moved and altered in some way by the other. No one was left untouched. Everyone was shaped and reshaped, defined and redefined by this love. And I ached with it. But more than aching, I too was shaped and reshaped, defined and redefined by the beauty of this story - this love. There is so much I want to say about Thomas - his journal entries - his thoughts - the way he loved was so big, so authentic, so genuine, that I could feel his soul through the pages. Even now, a day after closing the book, I can feel him, right here, in my heart. And isn't that how it should be? And not just Thomas, but Eoin and Anne, too. Even Michael Collins - I feel them like I knew them. And I don't want to let go. I have been and always will be an Amy Harmon fan. She has a talent that is rare and I am always going to want to read her stories. But I believe What the Wind Knows has moved to my top favorite from her because this one will stay with me for a long, long time. There is more I want to say, but I simply do not have the words, so I'll just tell you to read the book and experience it for yourself. "Yes. I told you. You told me. And you will tell me again. Only the wind knows which truly comes first."

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