To all the books I loved before.
"When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made."
My mom made me watch the 1985 movie adaptation (a masterpiece, by the way, strongly recommended) when I was a teen. She told me I reminded her of Miss Honeychurch and wanted me to play the piano because she thought I had "a whole world inside" that I was "unable to express." Maybe, like Miss Honeychurch, I could have done it through music. So, she paid for piano lessons for a year, but I hated it and quit (I still regret it and feel like I failed her, but that's for another post, I guess) Anyway, I loved the movie and wanted to read the book as well. It quickly became one of my favorite books ever, and it redefined my standard of love.