Okay, I have a lot of favorite books, but there are different kinds of favorites. There is one book that always seems new every time I read it. 'The Blue Castle' by Lucy Maud Montgomery of 'Anne of Green Gables' fame, never becomes boring to me.
When the heroine finds her man the tale goes:
'She was no longer unimportant, little old maid Valancy Stirling. She was a woman, full of love and therefore rich and significant - justified to herself. Life was no longer empty and futile, and death could cheat her of nothing. Love had cast out her last fear.
Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was - this possession of body, soul, and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond. No dream had ever been like this. She was no longer solitary. She was one of a vast sisterhood - all the women who had ever loved in the world.'