i dont know how what when or why this story about an old man catching a damn fish touched me as much as it did. i started off like any other impatient idiot in their early 20s, cynical and afraid of sentiment. thought this was gonna turn out real cliche and quaint. i didnt believe that an old man could teach me a life lesson by catching a fish. i put it down because it was slow, i thought i would forget about it. but for some reason, when i picked up any other book, the pace felt too rushed and i found myself missing the open sea.
longest 50 pages of my life! cant believe how much i love and respect that fish!