The Secret Keeper by Kate Morton

Omg. Once I got into the book it was really amazing. I’m REALLY happy I read it. At first I put the book down so many times I could not get into the story enough to follow it which meant I had to go back and re-read a lot of it. The story jumps back and forth in time, which I love, but in the beginning trying to make sense of what the past has anything to do with what was going on in the present was difficult (more about that later.) The magic came once it started making sense. “Oh my God. Why did she just do that?!” “Is she leaving?” “Are they making it?” “What is wrong with her!?” “Omg she wants to do what?!” Then it becomes an incredible ride. Several times I tried to figure out what was going to happen next but failed miserably. The twists keep going until the very last lines and the end is the biggest surprise of all. Didn’t see that coming in 100 years. Girlfriend knows how to keep a secret. Reading this book made me have to take a look at myself. One thing I learned reading this book is that I tend to fight the process. I want to figure it out quick instead of just flowing with the story and I know that’s something I’ve done a lot in life. I’ve wanted to figure things out and have gone through a lot of heartbreak when it doesn’t happen the way I pictured it. It has kept me from appreciating fully what has eventually happened even when I have been aware there is nothing to complain about. Funny thing is that after years of struggling with it and therapy I thought I had this shit handled, but then in comes a book to remind me that if not kept in check, bad habits sneak back in fearlessly. Gotta keep the control-freak in me in check!

 

And here lies my problem with challenges

The little prince. Simple, right? One short book, a couple of hours and a blog entry. What could be easier? Well, I guess I’ll find out later because my wondering mind just flew away from me like pigeons out their cage and I read anything but what I told myself to. I’m hoping these pigeons will return home soon. In the mean time I hit the books not too hungrily. Well, I read Tricky Tweanty-Two by Janet Evanovich. Had the craving for something light and funny with some mild action. Her characters are like family by now and they crack me up each time I visit them with a book. Then I went to Open Minds by Susan Kaye Quinn Good story, clearly a YA book, but I do get into them sometimes. Quick read. Could have been better, but it kept me entertained. I love stories where people have special powers. Then I went to The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August. Good story! Complex take on the re-incarnation idea where people actually remember their previous lives and while they can make a few alterations to their new lives, they only live the precise amount of years, assuming they don’t get killed or kill themselves, which happens. The book, however, is pretty long, so I gave it a short break while I read Love beyond Time: A Scotish Time Traveling Romance by Bethany Claire. Not the best writing as far as time travel goes. Very basic, but good when trying to cleanse the palate  from a complicated book. I am now starting The Secret Keeper by Kate Morton which is one of the challenge books. No doubt I will interrupt it with something, but I want to at least start it. I am still looking for a book to pull me so heard I might cry when I finish it. Or at least make me want to dream about it. With that said, If anyone has any recommendations I am more that willing to give it a shot. Please!

For now, hasta luego~

Hey there!

It has been a rough month! May grabbed me by the feet and swung me around like a unwanted rag doll. I crashed like a dropped raw egg and there was no putting me back together again. I was sleeping all day long, my whole body was (still is) hurting, and my brain was so fuzzy it felt like I was under water all the time. The good news is that my doctor just told me my thyroid is not doing its job so up the dose we go. If that is all that is going wrong I should be better soon. Can’t wait to get back to normal and have to come up with original reasons (excuses) for not doing the things I need to do. Things are looking up! I can dive back into blogging~

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Activity challenge – reading Inheritance by Thomas Wymark and next reading pick

Activity challenge – Reading challenge- Inheritance by Thomas Wymark.

Well, not a quick summer read. You must have patience and a LOT of empathy. You must be willing to take leaps of faith with the main female character from time to time and try to follow her line of thinking, I really struggled with it. Put it away a couple of times, picked it up again, got lost, had to go back, maybe my mind was not at its best place to dive into this book right now. I am going to tell you that as soon as I feel sharper I will look at this book again. I feel like I missed something and I really want to get it. There are books I know there are not worth a second look, but this is not one of them. I am just not in a good headspace.

With that said, I am making my next pick something much lighter that I can look at and enjoy. With that goal in mind I am choosing The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery. I have the book in Spanish. I will quickly try to find it in English at the public library but will not purchase it if they don’t have it. My translations of what I read will have to do for our discussion. I hope I get some feedback from you so we can get the most out of that little morsel.

A “How-To” untouched.

My Maker is like a beautiful but broken marble. Every so often I would forget. I’d take hold of my elaborate-colored marble and I’d want to play with her. I’d hold on tight (with my hands, with my all the strength of my hungry need) to make sure it wouldn’t  slip through my fingers while I ran around the world showing my marble all the things that were almost as beautiful and brilliant as she was. I’d laugh just thinking how happy this would’ve , could’ve , (should’ve?) made my marble! How proud she would be that she was finally being recognized and praised for what she was! I would rejoice. Well, I almost did. I always forgot myself and, alas, would realize in a sudden pang of pain that I had again come close, way too close, looking for warmth. Tried to hold on too tight. Once again, I had forgotten  my marble was broken and its jagged edges had sliced open scars that had almost healed, and fresh new liquid pain poured  down my fingers, down my hands to my elbows; and I’d see how it started to cover my body like a strong rain covers a flower: brutally. Despiadada. Drops like darts to the petals. And like the flower I’d  stand there just accepting the slashes from every falling drop that burned my legs.  The goddamned reminder of a robbed childhood. That blood. All of that shameful reminder of what caused the earth to tremble and my beautiful marble to finally shatter right where the cracks were showing. Now broken. Useless. Dangerous. Still very much needed and wanted.

Marble.

Maker.

Whether she was showing her true colors or sharpening her edges it was a sight to see. I heard it all the time. It just was not the experience from my seat. We were not all watching the channel.

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