That book allowed me to taste the “hope” of/for true selfless love. It was a walk-through another’s heart and passion that gave me smiles and tears. I try to reread it once a year if it’s available at the facility the-powers-that-be place me. Who’d have ever thought a tragic romance could be a favorite of a convict! Plus I’m a RPG-er (roleplaying gamer of Dungeons and Dragons, Pathfinder, etc.) whose primary literary tastes are fantasy fiction, don’t get me wrong. I’m eclectic in my tastes; I read it all. It’s about young love that is tragically torn apart when the girl is dying of terminal cancer. The protagonist retells of the love he still holds some 50 years later. I learned how powerful it can be. It often makes me jealous since I’ve never had that kind of relationship, even with family. I refer to that as self-sacrificing love. It often leaves me wondering the what-ifs of life. What I lost out on. But it gives me hope for that special something to find me in the future.