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Echoes of Pain

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I think that some of the most brilliant writing I’ve ever read wasn’t really written at all… it was what was left unsaid.   It is those 4 nearly blank pages entitled… October … November … December … January .   Each time I get to those pages, even though I know they are coming, I cry.   They tear out my heart because I know that kind of pain.   The kind of pain that rips out pieces of your life and you know that no matter what, you will never be the same.   You lose not only time but parts of you.   It takes you from a “were” state, to an “are” state and those two never cross paths.   No matter how much you long to go back to the kind of person who doesn’t truly know what pain is, you can’t.   And somehow, those 4 blank pages scream out of that precise kind of pain.    

Twilight Revisited

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I just got through reading The Twilight Series for the tenth time.   ( Midnight Sun was only for the 5 th or so time.   I didn’t discover it until I was already a true Twihard though now it’s one of my favorites.  Again... please, Ms. Meyer, finish it!)   Obviously, I love the books.   I mean, who reads a series (especially one that long) 10x unless they really love it.   So don’t take my criticism wrong.   (If you’ve read my previous posts you should know that I will vehemently champion these books to anyone.)   

The Raven Saga

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I’ll start off by saying I haven’t finished the series.   I’ve read the first 2 out of 3 books.   But unless Suzy Turner suddenly starts writing very differently then what I have to say will apply to all her books.

While I Was Sick

I haven’t written in a while because I’ve been sick.   Like, can-barely-lift-my-head kind of sick.   What I could lift was - my kindle.   Yea!   Otherwise, I would have gone insane.   Two full weeks on the couch and I don’t, particularly like TV.   I did watch a couple of Christmas movies with my daughters, but other than that I read.   Morning to night, I read.   One day I figured out that I read a total of 12 hours between waking and going back to sleep (oddly enough that’s not my all-time record, but it still gives you a glimpse into my world for the last two weeks).