You know I’ll never shut up about this one particular book here. This book, is what feels like a true writing for me. I REPEAT, A TRUE WRITING. Lets not talk about the exquisite content first, lets talk about how she writes. Im keenly thankful for her background in journalism which i think, is one of the true reasons she’s able to craft her tale so well. I got the rare satisfaction reading this (THAT RARE-PUAS-NIAN FEELING) and she made such a heavy theme, very much readable if not enjoyable. (I am truly guilty to use the word enjoyable here, just so you know, it feels so wrong that i cringed at my usage of words). And, reading her words, you’ll feel how palpable her thirst for answers, that I was left with no more questions in my head. (She even answered all the questions i had with my previous read!)
Now, the content. She talked about her harrowing childhood that made me freeze as a statue in my seat. Imagine wasn’t being able to feel safe, but always on edge with your own parents. The axe in the bed scene, I gasped and recoiled like I was watching a thriller film. Her trauma journey had dawned me with a humbling realisation that how God has created us, so much more resilient than we think we are (and being reminded with that fact, again and again, always makes me cry with mounted of hopes).
And I promise to myself to get the hardcopy no matter what.
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