Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Book Review: The Big, Not-So-Small, Curvy Girls, BBW Romance, Dating Agency by Ava Catori
I
was drawn to this book because I am a curvy girl. I
liked being inside Becky's head and being able to relate to the feelings
of "not being good enough" because I am neither model skinny nor am I
model tall...my genes pointed me in the opposite direction She is bubbly and has a good sense of humor, which did make for an easier read. There were a few moments when the point of view shifted and caused some confusion, but overall it was a quick read. What I
didn't like was the fact that the underlying theme was tired cliche that "she
has such a beautiful face"...yes personality did win at the end of the
day and yes, she did get the gorgeous, perfect guy (double standard the
other way?) so happy ending all around. But the ending was a little to
abrupt for me...no tying up loose ends.
Book Review: Breaking the Rules by Jennifer Lewis
Jennifer Lewis’ Breaking the Rules read more like the framework to a great romance than a fully developed story. The storyline in this book was quite a typical contemporary romance, with the added factors of Susana’s prediction, Susana’s Romany heritage, and her ‘sight’. There was the added complication of Susana’s family, but the romance followed the typical pattern of boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, boy and girl go through a rough patch/some hardship, boy and girl admit their feelings and live happily ever after. There was sex in the story but it was dealt with in sweet, more romantic way. However, I didn’t find there to be enough character development for my tastes and Susana’s wishy-washy back and forth about Joe became to repetitive.
Book Review: Thunderstruck by Kendall Grace
Kendall Grace’s Thunderstruck
is a beautiful romance. The storyline and the characters were well
developed. The sparks flew quickly between Hawk and Jo and pulled me into the
story right away.
The hero was everything you could ask for out of a male main
character – sexy, tempting, a bit mysterious, but also confident, thoughtful,
and determined. He kept me wanting to keep turning the pages. Jo’s character
was also very easy to relate to. She is scared of the powerful feelings she has for
Hawk and she is vulnerable yet amazingly strong. The secondary characters add
wonderful depth and Hawk’s father is so charming and funny. Now this was a
beautiful story.
Book Review: Secrets and Sins: Gabriel by Naima Simone
Naima Simone’s Secrets
and Sins: Gabriel left me breathless. The guilt ridden, brooding, sexy hero
and the strong heroine make this well-written book addicting. The unique
mystery isn’t predictable and will keep you on the edge of your seat all the
way to the last page. The characters are realistic and have good depth. The
love story is compelling. Definitely worth the read! I can’t wait to read the
next book from Ms. Simone.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
The Dance - Memoir Project #2
And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance;
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance;
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance
.- The Dance by Garth Brooks
The florescent lights of the high
school hallway give her a halo-like glow as I adjust the ruffles of her recital
tutu. My five-year-old only daughter looks like a beautiful angel surrounded by
the light and the hushed baby blue, pink, and lilac of her costume. She is an
angel. She is a miracle. It’s a miracle to be here with her enjoying the
excitement before she goes on stage to dance.
The combination of the lights and
the cold concrete walls of the hallway where we wait don’t return me to my high
school years. This isn’t my high school, and I have no memories lingering in
these rooms waiting to seep back into my soul. Instead, they bring me back to
the longest wait of my life four years earlier.
The quiet stillness of rushing her
to a nearby town echoes in the spaces of my mind. We travel in the first hours
of the morning on the coldest day of the year where the only warmth comes from
a restaurant fire we can see as we drive hurriedly on the unwelcoming, cold and
cracked asphalt. The air is cold, chilling, sucking the very breath out of our
bodies as we rush through the automatic doors. The icy intake of air into my
lungs makes my chest ache. My body seems to be freezing, dying from the inside
out. Yet, I ignore it. I am not actually dying. Our daughter is dying. Her face
is ashen, and her eyes glazed, she clings to me bundled in her soft blue,
lilac, and pink blanket with what energy she seems to have left. She is in pain,
yet too weak to cry.
My thoughts interrupted as my
beautiful miracle calls to me, “Mommy, watch me twirl, Mommy watch me
dance.” I swallow my tears and smile as
I watch her lift her graceful arms and
twirl happily about the hallway with her friends. The school floor is as slick
as ice making her feet fly faster. The incandescence catches the sequins on her
costume and her blue eyes sparkle with delight.
The glow pulls me back in again,
back to the now noisy hospital room. The lights are blinding. It’s filled with
all sorts of medical technicians and nurses, and I can’t get near her. I see
her beautiful graceful arms, but the medical staff has them held down,
stretched out to her sides. She is screaming, terrified of what they are doing.
They have to restrain her. She looks as though she is being held in place
waiting to be crucified. Sharp needles pierce her everywhere; her arms, her
hands, her feet to draw blood, but they cannot find a decent vein. They finally
place some rubber tubing tightly around her head and try to draw blood from her
tiny scalp. I fight my way to her, and the nurses part so I can get closer. I
feel myself crying out to God, but no words escape my lips. I hold her hand and
beg silently for God’s mercy to end her pain.
She was leaving this earth as though she was never meant to
be here; as though she was always meant to be an angel, gracefully dancing in
the heavens. But God changed His mind; He brought her into our lives and
decided she would be a miracle instead. Four years later, my beautiful
miraculous daughter continues to step out on the stage of life and dance.
Summer School History Lessons - Memoir Project #1
Once we made it to the classroom, it was heaven. It smelled of
new books. The kind with heavy bright white pages. When we unpacked them from
their cellophane prisons they released the most pleasant fragrance of glued
paper and ink. When we fanned open the pages, it felt like spring. New and full
of potential. We would stack these in the cupboard in Mom’s classroom and
surreptitiously place some of the foil stars she kept to put on student’s
papers into our pockets. Those little treasures in gold, silver, red, blue, and
green metallic thrilled us.
Our next task would be the bulletin board. The large rectangular announcement area to
the right of the shorter chalkboard would call to our imaginations all summer
tempting us with any number of ideas. Armed with open staplers we would stab
its cork skin and adorn it with thick green construction paper. Green is one of
my mother’s favorites. Then we cut out beautiful purple orbs and carefully
tattooed them in black ink with students’ names. We would attach them to the
paper arranged in a bunch like grapes and put up letters that read “Welcome to
the Bunch”.
My brother would draw complex cities of chalk on the large black
board, while I helped Mom organize more things. One thing she wouldn't let us
touch was her desk. It was a massive, carefully organized bunch of
disorganization. The large desk calendar that anchored everything was covered
in doodles, mainly of bunnies. I liked to sit in her chair and pretend I was a
teacher like she was. The drawers were
miniature time capsules, full of things she confiscated off her mischievous
students from year to year like jacks, a set of old maid cards, several Hot
Wheels cars, and some lip gloss. When we were older we would 'graduate' to helping set up Dad's classroom for the school year.
We spent our last week of summer vacation each year not at the
pool, the playground, or the trail on the mountains behind our home, but
soaking up the history of those school halls and building our own family
stories. History seeped from every pore in that school building. History of
students past.Trophies in cases from long ago victories. Fading pictures of
sports teams and drama clubs. Indelible marks of nation’s past on the arm of
the school superintendent who served in World War II and spent time in a German
prison camp. Our parents met and fell in love in those halls. Our parents’
working lives were there. Our lives were there.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Book Review: The Point - The Redemption of Oban Ironbout by William E. Jefferson
If you are in a hurry or have a short-attention span, you
will be frustrated by the pace of this book. This is a slow-moving
contemplation of deeply eternal things. One that makes you stop
and think and reflect on what you just read.
The setting for the book is the Isle of Estillyen--a monastic community known
for their "readings." Basically, the monk staff performs dialogues
reenacted from Scripture along with some imaginative renderings of dialogues
between Lucifer and his demon lackeys. The monks actually take on names that
tie into the "story" theme: Epic, Narrative, Writer, Plot, Saga,
Story, Drama. They are called Message Makers and you can read their real life
biographies here. They bring their audience into the readings by including a
"Voice" that usually involves a trio of people expressing questions
or observations someone might have when reading the Bible.
The author doesn't skip ahead and gloss over or summarize
the events, but carefully describes and allows the reader to partake of the
transformation. Jefferson was a master of details--describing people and places
like a cinematic experience so the reader can truly visualize the scenes.
This was a truly remarkable, beautiful tale that I look forward to rereading. Many things to contemplate and digest. A completely satisfying read. If you want to be challenged in your faith and your understanding of Christ and his redemptive power I recommend this book.
This was a truly remarkable, beautiful tale that I look forward to rereading. Many things to contemplate and digest. A completely satisfying read. If you want to be challenged in your faith and your understanding of Christ and his redemptive power I recommend this book.
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