The Story of O

[transpao]

I just finished the book “The Story of O.” There are so many emotions it invoked it is hard to tell as of yet what I feel about it. It definitely will have an impact on how I see life. There are often questions it raised and red flags it sent up. It forced me to face Things I had here to either pushed to the back burner or not even contemplated. The story of anguish and pleasure had much to teach me although the lessons are still unfolding in my mind. This is one of those books that will take me years to digest. I am reeling at the over whelming plate of information it has laid in front of me. Other then this I don’t really have any way of saying what it means to me, I am so unsure as of now. There were no tears as I expected there to be. My chest heavy at times and hard with emotion and my mind full of turmoil I still did not cry. This may seem puzzling to some that do not know the story or what I am going through now in my life, but to those that do the questions will seem more then appropriate. I long for guidance from a voice that knows. It saddens me to admit that even those that know would not satisfy me because I long for the guidance of one person, and I am afraid there will be no answer. How I long to ask the questions I have. How I long to unveil my soul to this person I am more then open with. I will end here with that because I fear what I would write if I continue.