Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Laura sat neatly on the very edge of Mr.Tiller's shabby green sofa. She watched in silence as he poured a few crunchy nuggets into an old blue dish.
"I just love to watch him play in the yard", he said with a nostalgic smile on his face.
Laura followed the old man's gaze to the back door but there was no yard, only the brick wall of a building next door and some trash blowing in a light summer breeze. She looked back at him, questioningly.
"I know", he said sadly and placed the dish on a faded placemat on the floor. "Bojangles", he called, "Dinner!"
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
This book was a gift. I know why it was chosen for me, but sadly, I didn't like it. It was not particularly well-written. In fact, I actually found it extremely emotionless. I am sure Melissa Francis is a lovely person, but it didn't come through in her writing. It left me feeling sad and cold. After weeding through a lot of typos, name-dropping and, frankly, boring accounts of her life as a child actor, I wasn't able to relate to the author at all. I, too, was raised by a toxic mother. I fully understand what this does to a child. It's heartbreaking and tragic. My heart goes out to Melissa and her sister, believe me. But she simply doesn't paint a very pretty picture of herself and I don't even think she gets that. While reading, I got the impression that she believes she was "the good one" and that she handled everything the best way she possibly could, but to me, she came off as rather uncaring. I felt that she chose, on certain occasions, to NOT do the right thing because it would have been the more difficult choice. Make no mistake, I am not blaming the author for two deaths discussed in the book, but I am shocked she didn't do more to try to prevent them. I totally get wanting to remove yourself from a situation. Absolutely. But if my sister needed me, nothing (NOTHING) could keep me from her. I am glad Ms. Francis got her happy ending and her husband and sons seem like such a blessing to her. But I still feel sad.