I've been reading Marguerite Duras's The Lover about a young French woman coming of age in Saigon. I picked up the book from a used bookstore clearance shelf. Neatly folded and stowed in the back of the book is the following note:
Derek (& tell Sylvia)
This book is like a calm quiet Tidal Wave! What realistic beautiful power must dwell in Marguerite Duras. I was moved to tears many times. I shall never forget it. Thanks for sharing.