It’s hard for me
to put into words how this book made me feel. On one hand, the book flirts with
taboos. The storyline made me occasionally cringe, and stop reading. However, I’d
pick it back up and start again, anxious to see how the story ends. I have to
say it’s Bryn’s outstanding writing style that kept me coming back to the book.
I dare say I enjoyed her writing more than the story itself. The story simply a
catalyst weaving her gorgeous tapestry of syllables.
Bryn put me smack
dab in the middle of the dejected, uncomfortable existence of the characters. I
cannot call this a romantic love story. I had to step out of my comfort zone,
and see the world through Wavy Quinn’s eyes, the leading character in this bitter
tale. Bryn does a superb job squaring the reader firmly into Wavy’s mind. I could understand why Wavy wouldn’t speak, or
why she reacted in more feral ways than socially acceptable ones. Humans are
not cookie cutter and Bryn reminds us of that with every page turn.
I appreciated the
message this book gives to its’ readers. We don’t all live in the stereotypical
family life of 3.2 children, with loving supportive parents actually doing
their jobs as parents. We live in a world where some children don’t receive
hugs and hot meals, and someone checking their homework folders at night. Some kids
have no “real” childhood.
This book is going
in my stack of favorites. Although I may not read it again for quite some time,
the storyline was just that gritty.
Bryn showed me I still
had empathy simmering beneath my cynicism.
Good afternoon!I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, physical and mental symptoms, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category. Today has been a struggle to stay awake, as a matter of fact I …
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. However, once per month, we write to an image. This week it's the picture prompt. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.
Ok, today, I had to pimp my friend, Sara, on my blog. She writes an excellent post about ice cream, overreacting, opening the doors of communication about sex, and why we should all take ourselves a little less seriously sometimes and just have FUN with life....take a look
How I Lick My Balls - A Story of Schweddy Balls and One Million Angry Moms Have you heard? Schweddy Balls is out in...Well some stores are carrying the delightful treat, Schweddy Balls, but because One Million Moms got all pissy about the name of the ice cream most stores aren't. I went to the Angry Moms site and read their claim about why they didn't want Schweddy Balls in the stores and their answer was - The vulgar new flavor has turned something as innocent as ice cream into something repulsive. Not exactly what you want a child asking for at the supermarket." - One Million Moms.com Have to say that the flavor is not vulgar, rather good if you like rum.