I opted to reread Gates of Fire, a decision I never make lightly.
As I see it, I have two choices. The first is to take my time--one kleenex at a time--by reading it in bits and pieces. This breaks the book into emotionally manageable portions, but draws it out woefully. The second is to sprint through as fast as I can, weeping and blubbering the whole way and collapsing in a sodden mass at the end. But I'll have done with it quickly.
Either way involves pain. Lots of pain.
I'm going for option number two.
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