A book club of one

I can’t express how truly prodigious and remarkable Henderson the Rain King is. It was my first delve into reading Bellow and I loved nearly every word laid to paper.
There are books that make you want to reach deep inside and twist your guts around in the attempt to find something within that can match the emotions emitted from the pages; this is one of those books.
A brief quote from the book,
"Now I have already mentioned that there was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it got even stronger. It said only one thing, I want, I want! And I would ask, 'What do you want?' But this is all it would ever tell me."
I think everyone has felt that in a sense at one point in life, some more than others, Bellow’s Henderson is a book in search of the answer to that “want” and unlike a lot books when you close the back cover of the Rain King you feel like that question has been not just reasonably answered but copiously answered.
The question to whether a book is great or not (and I use the word great with carful precision, because many books are good, only a handful are great) can generally be surmised, if at the end of the book when you finish the last word of the last page it makes you pause, and feel.