As a rule, I don't read much fiction if it isn't fantasy/sci-fi, for the simple reason that it bores me.
I love Madeleine L'Engle. But her stories about normal people? Don't interest me.
So I don't know why I picked up this book. Or continued reading it.
But I didn't dislike it.
Catalyst is a strong, well-written book about grief. Grief in different forms, and at different times. The process of grief, and how different a form it takes with different people.
It's a sad book. But it's a good book -- there is hope at the end. The hope that you can face your grief, live through it, and go on to do something with your life.
I also loved the fact that it showed people of different beliefs working together. In a world of cliques and religious factions, it's a breath of fresh air to read about people who help each other out no matter their skin tone, IQ level, salary, religious affiliations, or their inherited facial features.
It's not a cheesy-feel good story, either. There's real heartbreak, anger, and imperfect people. But the reminder that grief shared is halved and that life goes on is a great one.
What books have you read that reminded you of a truth you'd forgotten? Are there books that have remained in your memory a long time because of their message? What were they?