My daughter and I have a mother daughter journal. The moment when she claims that The Phantom of the Opera is her favorite childhood book 😂🤣 she‘s 10. I love her.
Oh happy day ❤️
I‘m still processing this one.
I liked that it was so short, because short books are so wonderful sometimes. But I feel like the author did the story a disservice by making it so short and leaving out so many details. I feel like this story could have been amazing, it should have pulled me in. It needed more.
If you are or will be a teacher, I suggest you take some time on this one 👍
So, I‘m loving this.
Excited for this ine
April 2 marks the anniversary of my uncle‘s death. He was diagnosed with ALS and, as in almost every case, the disease took his life very quickly. I remember him as an active man whose laughter filled the room. He‘d greet me with a giant smile, a bear hug and was genuinely interested in my childhood/teenage stories. He‘d talk to me for as long as I‘d talk, he‘d joke with me, he‘d tease me, (more 👇🏻)
This came in the mail today 💕 I‘ll be reading it next. My uncle passed away a few years ago, on April 2, due to ALS. I feel like this is the best time to read this one.
After observing in a classroom taught by one of the teachers who I admire the most, I asked how she even knows where to begin. She handed me this book and said “read it. I read it every year for the first few years and I go back to it often.” And so I did. And I‘m grateful for that advice. This is her copy, so I‘ll be returning it and purchasing my own.
My teenager made me read this, and it took me a little while to get into it But about half the way through, I found myself really liking it. To be inside of the mind of a teenager for a moment, their decisions and their insecurities, I know we think it‘s hard to be adults but I think it‘s actually harder to be a teenager.
This book brought me back to my high school days when I read all the serial killer books I could find. Parts of this were, of course, absolutely horrible. I feel like he wrestled demons his whole life, and some of his story makes me wonder if he wanted to die, to be rid of is demons, and that he really was uncontrollable. It almost makes me feel bad for him. Almost.
I know that being a mother is one of my callings in life, and 99% of the time I know that choosing to have children was the right decision. But there‘s always that tiny piece of my brain that wonders what the hell any of us were doing when we decided to create humans to love unconditionally and bring them to a world like this. This quote hits the anxious mom section of my brain.
Thank you @MinDea 💕
One of the categories in my 2018 reading challenge is to reread a favorite. I never reread books, it‘s hard for me to even want to. But, of course, if I have to reread a favorite, I will choose this one every time. Reading it again makes me fall in love with it even more.
I‘m glad I listened to this one. It‘s a story that needs told, but this book was not captivating and I don‘t think I could have sat and read it. This is one book that I would recommend the movie over the book.
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Well that was fun!! My 10 year old nerd self just loved all those references. What a trip down memory lane.
It got a little too descriptive at times, and I kind of zoned out and had to reread a few pages. Level three was the best.
It‘s going to be a great movie.
I read this book aloud with Ayva. The way it is written makes it kind of a weird book to read aloud. Aside from that, the story was fun. I like the story‘s message of love, family, and seeing beyond first appearances to who someone really is. We are excited for the movie!
How have I not read Ann Patchett before? This book was beautifully written. I loved the way each person was seen for who they should have truly been, and that I came to love the terrorists. Often throughout the story, it‘s mentioned that, had circumstances been different, they would have been different people. It really makes me think. What is wrong, what is right, is a matter of perspective. And everyone is someone with an extraordinary gift.
“she felt like she stayed forever she would never be able to confess them all. Not that she meant to stop doing any of those things. She couldn‘t stop ... she didn‘t even want to. She could see her sins now and knew that she would make more of them. ... maybe that was the answer, a sort of cycle of sinning and sorriness. She could come every Saturday, and he would keep having god forgive her, and then she would be free to go to heaven.”