of human bondage by w. somerset maugham

Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham

This was a Christmas gift from my dear friend Bella*. In reading it, she told me that it reminded her of me and, as a fellow bookworm, thought I would enjoy it too. She sent the package all the way to my little corner in Korea and I started to read it around Valentine’s Day. (I know… it’s quite a hefty read to be starting on Valentine’s Day, of all days!) I was determined to leave it in an English-speaking city, so I decided on London, when I’d be taking my vacation to visit my friend Rachel in Marseille.

And so it was, a fantastical little book with a very, very frustrating relationship in the middle. I took the book with me to the last days of school, then to Paris and Marseille, Paphos and lastly London.

And so it came to be that the morning we left Steve’s flat in Greenwich, we also parted ways with a classic tale about love, life and finding contentment.

*Bella passed away on November 20, 2016, just shy of her 28th birthday. In re-reading this post and, in her honor, this book, it always makes me cry. She was a passionate writer, a fashionista, a woman who welcomed you with a warm hug and truly had a heart of gold. I just want everyone to know what a creative, beautiful soul the world lost when she died and that this book, to me, is a small piece of her.

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