I honestly didn't know what I was getting myself into when I picked up The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedman. It was far more beautiful than I'd anticipated. It was a sad, gut-wrenching tale about choices, secrets, and consequences, a tale that could only end badly and yet I came away from it glad that I read it, glad that this book is in the world.
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I really wanted to like The Awakening of Miss Prim more than I did. (I hate it when that happens.) I don't know if it was the translation I read, or what, but I just never fully entered into it, despite the premise involving librarians, loads of books, and quirky eccentrics. A lot of people seem to like it, so maybe it's just me.
There was this beautiful passage in which a character describes conversion as:
...my touchstone, the line that's split my life in two and given it absolute meaning. But I'd be lying if I said it's been easy. It's not easy, and anyone who says it is is fooling themselves. It was catharsis, a shocking trauma, open-heart surgery, like a tree torn from the ground and replanted elsewhere.
Oh, my, yes.
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Is there more relaxing bedtime reading than Betsy books?
Methinks not.
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No.
Just no.
Just no.
This was not necessary.
That's what my daughter said about the Harry Potter book. She started it and put it down not long after.
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We are excited about Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, too, Tabatha!
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