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Over the years, as I read more and more, I noticed that my emotional connection to the books I read became weaker and weaker. I used to get teary-eyed a lot when I read, but as the years passed something inside me hardened, maybe I built an emotional tolerance for literature, maybe I just became apathetic as a person, maybe I just grew up, or maybe I just read less emotional books. However, these days, I rarely encounter a book I feel emotionally attached to. Last year out of forty books I probably had just one or two books that made me feel something. Not enough to make me cry, but enough to make me know I care.

This was different. I wept reading this. To be honest, it made me tear up quite a few times. Writing this, I can still feel a warm sensation in my chest. It's a combination of things really - the simplicity of the writing, the earnestness of the voice, and the emphasis on writing as a coping mechanism to loneliness - all of it spoke to my heart.

Eunjin Jang writes the story of a young man who went on a journey with his blind dog, Wajo, because he felt suffocated living in his own home. Living from motel to motel, he meets different people and writes them letters. All he wants is for one of them, any of them, to write back.

Reading this book offered me one thing I needed - comfort. I didn't cry just because I felt pain, I shed tears because I read words that I felt like I was longing to hear.

"Life is bearable when you have someone to write, and someone who writes you back. Even if it's just one person."

I hope you read this and find comfort in it as well.