Next up: Vincent and Theo by Deborah Heiligman. I'm not sure why I was surprised, but I was blown away by this book. I was not expecting to love it like I did. You guys, I cried like it was going out of style by the end. Yeah, I knew about Vincent van Gogh, that he was an artist, and that he cut off his ear, but my knowledge stopped there. Two years ago my sister and I visited Amsterdam for a few days. We passed on the van Gogh Museum in favor of visiting the neighboring Rijksmuseum. We'd still see a few pieces by van Gogh as well as the rest of the Dutch Masters. It took me about ten pages before I wanted to hop back on a plane to Amsterdam and head straight for the Sunflowers.
Like I said, I didn't know much about Vincent van Gogh. I fell in love with the dependent, tumultuous, yet supportive relationship he shared with his brother Theo. I learned that he suffered from mental illness in a time when little to nothing was known about mental health. Like any fantastic piece of nonfiction, this book made me want to learn even more. The film Loving Vincent is at the art theater downtown and I may just have to check it out.