i'm a very very complex person

I am still working on All the Pretty Horses. It's been going kind of slowly, mostly because I've been pretty busy with other things, trying to get ready to go home for Thanksgiving and get everything wrapped up at work so that I can afford to take the five-day weekend that I'm going to take! I've also been reading slowly because this is definitely proving itself to be a book that needs to be savored. It's such a brutal but beautiful story, written in prose that is equally brutal and beautiful. Look at this passage that I read this morning:

The sky was dark and a cold wind ran through the bajada and in the dying light a cold blue cast had turned the doe's eyes to but one thing more of things she lay among in that darkening landscape. Grass and blood. Blood and stone. Stone and the dark medallions that the first flat drops of rain caused upon them. [...] He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

I don't think I can say anything more than that.