I’m learning through the repeated ripping open of old wounds that when you cut toxic relationships from your life, for whatever reason, and no matter who that person is, it is sometimes never over.
I was fixing dinner several days ago when this came out of the potato bag. Immediately, my brain doesn’t see a potato at all. ‘Cause I’m a bit twisted like that.
Perfect. Unconditional. Selfless. Black and White/Right and Wrong.
I’m going to apologize upfront as this is going to be kind of long and rambling, but these are things that have, yet again, been running through my head on an infinity loop. Continue reading “Pretty Little Lies… Ideals”
Author: Sinéad Moriarty
Book Name: This Child of Mine
Genre: Literature, Family
Rating: Didn’t Like
Blurb: Single mom Anna and her eighteen-year-old daughter Sophie have always got along like two peas in a pod. Anna would do anything for Sophie but what if, years ago, she went too far to protect her?
Teenager Mandy has always worried about her fragile mom, artist Laura. Mandy knows she has never come to terms with the loss of her first child, but her mom won’t speak about it. Is she hiding something, and how much does Mandy want to find out?
When Sophie makes a chance discovery about her mother’s past, her whole life is turned upside-down. And, as she begins a search for the truth, her world collides with Laura’s and Mandy’s. What is the secret that connects their lives? And is the mother-daughter bond strong enough to withstand the devastating truth?
I was a little shocked after reading the last Sinéad Moriarty book to find that I genuinely didn’t like this one. Normally, if I like a book from an author, I will find I like others. Maybe to differing degrees, but still within a similar range. Not so in this case.
The main thing for me was that I could not, in any way like ANY of these characters. Anna was this perfect, infallible person but she never really truly admits to any wrong doing. Laura is a joke, horribly messed up, knows she is horribly messed up, but again it feels like she never takes takes any actual responsibility, not in any real way. Sophie’s reactions just all feel extreme and off for what her history has been. Yes, I could see justification and motivations and all of that. I understood it, but none of it came off as truly believable.
The other thing, and one that nearly killed this book for me, was the constant confusion of which character’s perspective I was reading. Each chapter started with one of the three main characters, as a heading, indicating that chapter was dedicated to that person’s perspective. Then, you are suddenly reading from a different character’s perspective, without warning or obvious shift, sometimes even getting little glimpses from the secondary characters like Mandy or Holly. It was seriously confusing at times. Normally I enjoy multi-perspective books, but when you are expecting one and are suddenly thrust into another it is not only confusing, but it is distracting and takes away from the story.
Between the confusion and the serious lack of likability of any of the characters, I just did not like this one.
It was slightly less than a year ago that OC decided that he wanted a life unhindered by parents and rules. It is past the one year mark since I cut ties with the majority of my family. I have learned a lot in that time. About me. About my kids. About what is important.
A brief, joking conversation on FB with a long time friend sparked a random, bunny trail of thoughts that have kept circling around in my brain since they got kicked off on that track over a week ago. The more I keep going back to them, mulling them over, even after having talked it out a bit with Hubby, and have them still hanging around, makes me think that there is more that I need to be getting out of these thoughts. Since I haven’t quite gotten the point yet, I thought I’d toss them out here to see if it would quiet them down. Continue reading “Trust and Conditioning”
Blurb: WHAT COULD BE WORSE THAN LOSING YOUR CHILD? HAVING TO PRETEND HE’S STILL ALIVE…
Bestselling author Will Shepard is caught in the twilight of grief, after his young son dies in a car accident. But when his father’s aging mind erases the memory, Will rewrites the truth. The story he spins brings unexpected relief…until he’s forced to return to rural North Carolina, trapping himself in a lie.
Holistic veterinarian Hannah Linden is a healer who opens her heart to strays but can only watch, powerless, as her grown son struggles with inner demons. When she rents her guest cottage to Will and his dad, she finds solace in trying to mend their broken world, even while her own shatters.
As their lives connect and collide, Will and Hannah become each other’s only hope–if they can find their way into a new story, one that begins with love.
Review: This isn’t a lighthearted read. It is loaded with heavier emotions that are bracketed by anger and denial, so it is a little hard to say that I liked it because it is so heavy, but it was really good.
Will’s character is great. It was incredibly easy to feel him and move through the story along his emotions. Hannah was a bit harder, but I believe that was kind of the point. Her character falls more into the denial category and tries to only focus on the lighter, more positive emotions which don’t seem to fit what is going on. It is hard to connect with a character when their emotions don’t match the scenes, but her character is missing connections because of that, which is how she was written. It worked.
The focus of this is more on the family dynamics and dramas rather than on the romance. I think the lack of focus on that made that aspect of the story harder to connect with, so it seemed a tiny bit off for me, but overall it was a pretty good story.
I probably wont’ have a whole lot of time over the next couple of weeks to get very many books read and reviews written because it is closing in on my summer project time. I am in the middle of one book that I will, hopefully, have time to sit down and finish later today. After that, it might be a bit hit or miss.
Summer seems to be major project time for me, especially since my kids are home for the summer. The last couple of years, the focus was on my boys’ rooms. This year it is Baby Girl’s turn. I’m going to be doing a full on re-do of her room starting with getting all of her furniture either cleaned up enough to be good or even repainted in a few cases where there are too many scuffs and scratches or even just had the paint wear off.
The next part of the project is going to be to repaint the walls. As usual, I’m feeling a bit ambitious and won’t be doing just a simple paint the walls a new color. No, we are doing two different colors with a new piece of trim about 2/3 of the way up the wall and a tree silhouette in one corner with a couple of cat silhouettes (’cause we can’t do a project in her room without including at least one cat), 3D flowers and butterflies (which I think we are going to have to make) in and around the tree, new bedding and curtains and a whole lot of rearranging of the stuff that is already on the walls so that the pretty new design doesn’t get overwhelmed.
I’m kind of in a hold patter with starting as I can’t get the paint colors until her comforter comes in. I’ll be starting on getting the furniture ready and painted first. One piece I even have to take to my Dad to get him to repair a small crack. Since he will be fixing it in his spare time and everyone in the family is always demanding to take up every bit of that time with their own projects, he may not be able to get to it right away.
Even though this is probably going to be my biggest painting project yet, it will be well worth it when I’m done. I absolutely love how a room looks when it has a fresh coat of paint, even more so when it is is a new color. When we moved into this house over 11 years ago, all the walls were a very bland beige for the express purpose of me getting to repaint them all. It was my blank canvas. It has taken a while, but Baby Girl’s room is the last major room to get painted. The only rooms that will be left will be the part of the kitchen over the cabinets and the laundry room. Since I could care less about the laundry room and I’m not thrilled with trying to crawl around on top of my cabinets, I’m not certain I’ll ever do those rooms. More than likely, I’ll start back at the beginning with new colors. Not any time soon though. This project will be more than enough to run my creative juices low enough I won’t feel the need for another paint project for quite some time.