It used to blow my mind that some writers could condense everything I felt about love into a few lines, and be totally accurate. It shouldn’t be possible to break down something that universal, so unexplainable into a few words. But, the funny thing is, they aren’t explaining it.
Writers come to terms with the unexplainable. And it usually happens in poetry, as much as I hate to say it. What can better explain something than choppy words that are like our thought processes when we are in love? Just snippets of emotions, and phrases that capture our feelings.
There is no explanation.
We don’t know why we love—because even if we list off all the things we love about our partner, that still says nothing. Why do we like those aspects in the first place? Why do we love in some what we dislike in others? Is it chemical or is it magic?
It is in our nature to love, and to love with everything we have.
Really, I don't know what I'm saying. But why not read about love yourself!
Check out these five books, reccommended by WUSC DJs, about love that won't have you gagging:
1. Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson
2. Iceland's Bell by Halldor Laxness
3. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
4. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
