One Reader's Ramblings

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.    

I just finished reading Burden of the Soul by Kate Grace (again).   It’s… ok.   I wouldn’t give it a thumbs down, but I’m also not really sure why I re-read it except that I already had it on my Kindle and couldn’t really remember much about it.   It is supposed to be the first in a series, but it didn’t really bother me that I couldn’t continue reading.   For any of you who know anything about me that says A LOT seeing as how my biggest pet peeve is having to wait for the next book in a series to be written.

A few weeks ago I mentioned the first book in this series ( Tears of the Broken by A.M. Hudson).   I said that I had stopped reading it in the middle of the book because (and I quote myself):   “I decided halfway through that the true definition of insanity is reading the same book over and over but expecting (wanting) a different ending.”   I promised to explain that later and I believe that it is time.

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.