“I speak of a love that brings sight to the blind. Of a love stronger than fear. I speak of a love that breathes meaning into life, that defies the natural laws of deterioration, that causes us to flourish, that knows no bounds. I speak of the triumph of the human spirit over selfishness and death.”
I have just finished reading The Art of Hearing Heartbeats and trying to figure out how I can possibly do my feelings on this book justice by translating them to words. I can only describe it like a soft warm jumper on a cold day - I want to wrap myself in it and stay snuggled up a little bit longer…
There is a quote in the book “Only a few days earlier he had explained to her that he did not merely read books but traveled with them, that they took him to other countries and unfamiliar continents, and that with their help he was always getting to know new people, many of whom even became his friends.” and this perfectly sums up my reading experience - Sendker's writing is so clear yet whimsical that I feel like I had travelled to Burma myself and was sitting with U Ba listening to him tell me the story firsthand.
Modern settings don't quite portray love quite like those from older cultures. I loved the old Burmese fables and lore that were woven through the story, and how it contrasted with the harsh urban lifestyle of New York. There are quite a few of the pearls of wisdom on love and life I have written down and kept for future reference.
Two of my all time favourite love stories are Love in the time of Cholera, and The Notebook, and I now will be adding this one to the list.
