Friday, 6 July 2012

The Bridges of Madison County, Robert James Waller

It’s always easy to judge, to be the one that cares only for yourself. We take our parents for granted and most of the times we do forget that before having us, they were just like us. They were young and full of dreams; they had plans and wishes and probably had to make a lot of sacrifices and compromises to raise their children.
The book it’s a love story of a man and a woman that they meet each other during a hot summer somewhere in Iowa. He is a photographer working for National Geographic and she is a typical housewife. They instantly fall in love and they have only five days till reality kicks in and hard decisions have to be made.    
So when I read this book, I tried to put myself into main characters’ position. I tried to imagine myself in my mid-forties trapped into a marriage that doesn’t make me happy anymore.
This woman represents almost every woman in the last few generations. The housewife who is meant to put herself aside and makes her husband’s and her children’s lives her only priority.
You can’t read this book without feeling the desperation of this woman, without feeling sad for a strong love lost because of her ethical duty to her family. And you can’t definitely read this book without appreciating your parents not for the things they offered you but for the ones that they probably scarified in order to raise you.

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