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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Deze bespreking is geschreven voor LibraryThing Vroege Recensenten. I loved this book my heart broke for the main character and her life circumstances especially with her parents because I went through some of what she did with my parents. I LOVED how the character despite her circumstances that she never lost sight of who she truly was nor what people thought of her she was comfortable in her own skin. I also loved that she had such resilience and strength to get through the hard stuff to be the exceptional person she is today. Deze bespreking is geschreven voor LibraryThing Vroege Recensenten. Deborah Fruchey" Shattered Windows brought forth so many emotions. I loved reading every second of it and hope for more soon.geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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Beautiful writing about the simply ordinary is so good to read, as in the delightful letter to a dear couch, suggesting they break up for a bit, or a short tale of a big family trying to sleep among snores in an RV. Every one of these mini stories left me seeing an ordinary daily scene under new light, thinking new thoughts, and wanting to read more.
No wasted words, no long build-up, just finding depth in small moments, perhaps as a snake, or a wife glad her husband found her when she had given up, or a daughter remembering her mother's dress, or a child fearful of punishment. Some celebrate, some hurt, some just tell how an experience felt or what to do with a leaf. They all made me want to re-read.
A story that renders what the pain mountain is like, what grief is like, what a bus ride to the end of line is like, what love is like. The micro-fictions are windows into another life, not described but felt.
These are stories so rich in their few words that describing them is hopeless, you really must read them. They deserve a much wider audience! ( )