Life of Pi

I am nearly half way through a book by Yann Martel, Life of Pi. I have been so busy that its taken me a while to get into it, but now I can't put it down. It's beautifully written, and there is one particular part in the book that I found especially lovely and relevant to myself:

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you.

L xo