Dark Twisting, Thought Provoking. I loved this book.
How the story starts at the police station, and the way the story unravels by Maya sharing her experiences in the butterfly garden. The story line only reveals the shocking events, interwoven into the telling of her life story before and during her capture.
The Gardener as their capturer is known, is a complex man. Cherishing each girl and believing he is taking care of them, and that it is for the best for each of his butterflies to be in his garden. They will be loved, and kept forever young. He loves them and cherishes them, but also unleashes his sons on his garden.
Enter Desmond and Avery.
Two brothers who could not be more different in personality and temperament. The story unfolds into a very unusual kidnapping story, full of twists and turns that makes one question the morality and sanity of almost every character, and sometimes even of yourself. The story is complex, and will leave you with thoughts about the book for days afterwards. The whole book is too complex to unravel in your mind when the book ends.
Thought provoking and a beautiful portrayal of a life lived
Alexander Masters is a fantastic storyteller. He happened upon Stuart by chance one day, and decided to try and capture how and why a person lands in the situation of being a homeless person on the street. He captures Stuart with such grace, humour and also where required – disdain and sometimes heartache. One cannot help but emphasize with Stuart at the horrible start his life had, and even being homeless how he deals with it all. Stu opened up a whole new mindset for us upper (from homeless) classes, one you would never have considered existed. A fantastic read, one that will stay with me long after I have put the book down, and watched the movie for the last time.
On the Day I Die
FEBRUARY 29, 2016 / JOHNDPAV
On the die I day a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.
On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended. The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me. All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard. The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.
The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace. All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted. My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away. My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway. The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.
All the small and… Continue reading
Today I’m a total mess of emotions.
I try and be grateful. As I should be, being alive, having wonderful children, and many many other things.
But I miss the things I don’t have anymore, and that makes me so so sad.
I cannot sing to my favorite song on the radio or when we watch a movie, my sing voice is gone. I am grateful I can still talk to my kids because I know what it is not to be able to.
I’m sore in my back and neck and left shoulder today, because Alexis and I moved a ladder under the tree yesterday where a doves nest fell out and the little eggs broke. The parents (to be) were frantically walking around the nest, all we wanted to do was help. I folded the ladder, and climbed it (with Alexis holding it) and I could hear Steven Marnewick’s voice in my head telling me YOU CANNOT DO THAT ANYMORE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON A LADDER IN THE TREE!
I just wanted to put the little nest back so maybe they can raise new nestlings.
So I’m grateful I still have some degree of movement left, but it Hurts today.
Is it OK to feel both emotions, or should I just be grateful?
If it is only to be glad, then I am not a good person.
I cannot only be glad about the good things. I MISS the things I can no longer do,… Continue reading
I use social media to express my views of my world, to express my opinions on matters, but without attacking anybody directly. We all don’t always agree on everything and I always welcome constructive input from the people on my lists, that I regard as friends, because the view of the world as I have it may be a bit biased sometimes. I guess we can all say that. 🙂
I also have ADD, so the way I express myself may sometimes come across to sensitive viewers (PG16 and up) as harsh or too direct. We live in a world where the only thing everybody wants to share is their happy feelings, their happy days, their happiness. Nobody wants to post on their page they are having a bad day – WHAT WOULD THE WORLD THINK OF THEM!!! I am not one of those people.
And so I USED TO belonged to a group in a Whatsapp. forum where all the girlfriends (About 30 or so) chatted, lent each other support, shared info and feelings etc. (only the happy stuff of course), unless you are a VALEDICTORIAN member, then everybody will commiserate with you, share in your troubles and offer to carry your load. I was not even close. I have a horrible sense of timing, because I work full time, raise my kids alone and I have had more than my share of medical problems in between to deal with. I… Continue reading