lack of night excitement

at it again... the pilot's wife by anita shreve

"...she found it hard to comprehend: the way nothing could remain as it had been, not a house that was falling down, not a woman's face that had once been beautiful, not childhood, not a marriage, not love."

"odd, she thought, how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love - soaked, drenched in love - only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined."

"how devastatingly complete her trust in him had been."

"did change invalidate all that had gone before?"

"to be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden."

"the early risings suggested a lack of night excitement that might require sleep."

"she wondered, and not for the first time, if a woman could forgive a man who'd betrayed her. and if she did, was that an affirmation? or was it merely foolishness."

...that felt good. now i can get rid of the book.
only have four books in my permanent collection. am never not reading book... that means i get rid of a lot of books. interesting.