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Showing posts with label book review. Show all posts

12 June 2018

Pedal Forward


If someone asked me to write ten things I learned from my bicycle (or car) wreck, my list might be kind of juvenile. Some lessons I didn't have to learn the hard way, thank goodness. Most probably would not be applicable to, much less heeded by, other cyclists.

1. Pray before every ride.

2. Always wear a helmet.

3. Make sure the camera in your backpack is well-padded.

4. Don't go too fast.

5. Don't squeeze the breaks too hard.

6. Tuck and roll is good, but you have to remember to keep that right hand tucked. Don't stick it out to catch your whole body's weight!

7. The Over-The-Bars Scar Club is cool and sometimes even humorous, but one membership - one time - is adequate. Repeat performances aren't necessary.

8. Don't wait until 11 p.m. to go to the emergency room.

9. Never drop your insurance when you think it's a waste of money because you don't use it.

10. Don't try to comb your hair or put a fork in your mouth with your left hand while wearing a cast on your right hand.

I never got to meet Trey Hall, cyclist supreme and CEO of corporations such as Pizza Hut, Boston Market, Quizno's, Smashburger and TGI Fridays, but I recently met his wonderful wife Ann. Turns out we have much in common. She likes to ride her bike, too, and she likes to garden. We share a common faith. Before I left for a short, hot and sweet cycling vacation in Moab last weekend, Ann presented me with a copy of her husband's book, "Pedal Forward." I read it aloud in the car to my husband while he drove us home from Moab.

Suffice it to say, we could not put the book down once we started reading. The book is short, 133 pages, but packed with 10 magnificent lessons he learned during his recovery that helped him throughout his career and life. To say his experiences have had an impact on our lives and attitudes is an understatement. I think our lives have changed, and I'm glad. We both needed to hear how important our attitude is, especially after enduring hard knocks.

Trey, who died May 25, 2015, during a bicycle ride with Ann, fought back from what could have been a fatal bicycle wreck back in 1991 and 20 years later wrote a book about the lessons he learned during his recovery and achieving his goal to have a good attitude, learn to walk again, be a father, get back on the bike and go back to work.


After reading the book, I felt an incredible sadness that I had not met Trey before he died. And yet, I feel incredibly blessed to be his wife's friend now. When I told her I wish I had met him, she told me I will, I just have to be patient. She strongly believes in what comes after, just like I do, and she isn't afraid to talk about it. She has the faith of a saint, and she had to be one of the strongest women in the world to watch her husband go through the healing and recovery process after his body was so severely damaged.

Trey and friend Ken Calwell were riding about 20 mph near their homes in Kansas when they were hit head on by a woman who fell asleep at the wheel while traveling 55 mph. Scientifically and mathematically, the impact was something equivalent to the neighborhood of 75 mph. Can you imagine traveling over the hood of a vehicle, into the windshield and over the roof of the car before landing splat on the pavement after being hit that hard... and surviving???

Trey's lessons come from the bike, but he victoriously applies them to everyday life and any career. One of the reasons he went on to become such a successful businessman and wonderful father is because he paid attention to the lessons he learned from his bicycle.

His first and last lessons in the book hit me the hardest, even though I feel as if I've tried to incorporate them into my life my whole life, even before my car and bike wrecks. "It's the After that Matters," meaning what you do after something awful knocks the ground out from under you, is more important than how many owies you have because you hit the ground. I've had my share of owies, but what matters most is how I keep my head up and how I treat others in the wake of tragedy.

"Find the Joy" is self-explanatory. I don't know how Trey managed to maintain joy while going through such a brutal and excruciating recovery, even though he explains it well in the book. My owies have been nowhere near the degree of incapacitation as Trey's, yet there were days during both my recoveries, as well as when I had to move on after the death of my sister, the death of my brother, and both of my adopted kids running away, when something as simple as "Find the Joy" seemed like an unclimbable mountain.

And yet, the experiences Trey shares to illustrate his lessons help me see ways I can overpower depression that sometimes takes a bigger bite out of me than I think I can handle.

One of Trey's lessons... "Celebrate the Pain", often left me wincing. His descriptions of the pain he suffered brought back memories too real. I often was crying as I read to my husband. Ask him. He'll tell you. It hurt to remember such hurt so vividly. And yet, Trey found ways to bounce back.

So did I. I guess, in some ways, I didn't really understand I have bounced back until I read what Ken had to say about recovering and thriving in the process. What he wrote empowered me. It gave me courage. It's still giving me courage. His words are not going to fade away.

"Pedal Forward" is one of the best books I've ever read. I will be ever grateful Ann gifted me a copy. I am even more grateful to know her now, and I hope we will be able to share many experiences and memories that will help both of us triumph through the difficulties of life, as well as shine through the crowning moments. That's what Trey would have wanted. Or as Ann puts it, that's what Trey wants.

13 May 2017

Heart Strings


I got my first book review ever! Pat Hatt reviewed Heart Strings on his serious blog yesterday! Check it out here!

24 May 2016

Max Blizzard and The Gem of Camelot


Spunky eight-year-old Max and 12-year-old Trudesile make their way through a very narrow cavern that becomes more narrow along the way and manage to solve a complicated puzzle in order to keep moving toward their goal of saving the universe in "Max Blizzard and The Gem of Camelot". The two kiddos are squeezed together in so many adventures throughout the book, I found myself wondering if author Pat Hatt is in league with J.J. Abrams.

Earth in "Max Blizzard and The Gem of Camelot" is a cookie cutter world, and everything is the same. The people are all boring, and life is nothing but one big, fat routine. Imagination has been suppressed, until Max begins having dreams. Bullies taunt him, and Trudesile steps in to protect him. Together they fall through a rabbit hole of sorts into another dimension where imagination is encouraged and not forbidden.

Imagination runs wild in Pat Hatt's head, and this 284-page fantasy captures but a tiny slice with fantastical names like Lempilightess (think Legolas) and Gramortimous (think Kraken) and quixotic characters including a blue goo Davy Jones or leprechaun Lester mingling their way through quests to escape monster clouds that fight with rain and snow or to reunite characters' good and evil sides amidst showers of blue lightning sparks.

Action is fast and furious. There's not a boring page in this entire book. Max's crush on Trudesile is cute, and possessed fairies make the reader want to reach for a fly swatter.

"Max Blizzard and The Gem of Camelot", available here, was an enjoyable three-day read. When I first bought the book (a while back, I'm ashamed to admit), I thought it was aimed at teenagers and perhaps young adults. Now that I've finally read it, I think it would be appropriate for anyone who enjoys Harry Potter- or J.R.R. Tolkien-type fiction, but I do need to point out a couple of characters have poor vocabularies and resort to a specific curse word a handful of times. Very minimal, nothing we don't hear every day, and even good pirates are not known for their lingual finesse, but the four-letter word stood out to me, and I caught myself wishing a different word, perhaps an imaginative made-up word, could have been used instead.

I am not receiving any compensation for writing this review, but I do consider Pat Hatt an online friend I've never met. He's been faithfully following my blog every single post since about March 2013. He even reads and comments on Snowflake Mondays!!! I'm quite sure he doesn't read the patterns, and I'll bet the closest he's ever gotten to string of any kind is to tease his rhyming cat, Orlin.


This is NOT Orlin.

Orlin blogs completely in rhyme (with a real name like Pat Hatt, how could you not?) at It's Rhyme Time seven days a week and 24 times a day once or twice a year. I think Orlin/Pat stumbled on my blog via Fundy Blue, a retired teacher right here in the Denver metro whom I have not yet met and who blogs at Standing Into Danger. Fundy stumbled upon my blog via Mrs. Micawber, a blogger and real-life dear friend I have met and who sometimes rides with The Lizard and me to fight multiple sclerosis. Small world, huh?

Pat Hatt also blogs over at PatHattBooks.com. He is a prolific writer with 58 children's books to his credit. He releases a new book every single month! I honestly don't know how he does it!

Two weeks ago I promised I'd share a review of a completely different genre of book after striking out twice trying to encourage and reward readers to enjoy and review free adoption fiction on Smashwords. No one left reviews for "Are You My Sister" or "Collecting Smiles." That means THREE autographed paperback copies of "Heart Strings" are available today! Your odds of winning just increased yet again!!!

But now I have to come up with a new contest because book reviews apparently aren't something my readers want to do. (Oh, and my previous contests weren't total failures; Smashwords sold four additional electronic copies of "Heart Strings" the day of each of the previous two book reviews, bringing my total sales to 48 books! See! I am well on my way to selling a million copies!!!)

If my lack of contest success is because the prize, my own book, doesn't seem like much of a prize, well, just let me share with you the comments of a co-worker's mom (whom I don't know), who received an autographed copy of "Heart Strings" as a gift (not from me) for Mother's Day. She said she couldn't put my book down and that she read the entire thing in a day and a half. She asked her daughter to ask me when my next book will be done.

Yikes! Guess I better get busy, huh?

Does it feel like I'm stalling? Not a bit. I have a new creative contest idea. Let's see if this one will work...

Pat typically is my first commenter each day. I'm going to ask him (right here, right now; he had no advance notice) to start a story with one sentence, preferably in rhyme, and each commenter after him should add a one-sentence continuation, preferably in rhyme (because it's good mental exercise and helps prevent and/or delay Alzheimer's). No goats in boats, though. That's already been heavily exhausted, okay?

Three autographed paperback copies (or electronic PDF copies if you are outside the US because I'm paying postage out of my own pocket) of "Heart Strings" will be awarded randomly on Tuesday, June 7, 2016.

Please bear in mind I do not have internet access during the weekday except via my phone, but I will do my best to keep up with the thousands of comments I expect to garner in this sweet little contest.

On your mark, get ready, set, GO!

10 May 2016

Collecting Smiles


Before I announce the results of my review challenge last month, I am very excited to launch another challenge!

"Collecting Smiles" by Melody Burris caught my heart in ways I didn't imagine. It sometimes takes me so long to read the books I get because life gets in the way, I forget why I was attracted to them in the first place.

For the first 30 or so pages, I thought this book was going to be a fun little foray into college dating, a stage I missed altogether. I'm not exactly a romance novel aficionado, but I thought at least the story would be clean. After all, most of the story takes place on the campus of BYU.

Now, I'd heard stories and rumors about the rush to get married at Brigham Young University. Some students, I'd heard, are more interested in finding a mate than earning a degree, which seems sort of criminal to me, given the price of education. But this book isn't truly about dating. It's got dating stuff in there, but it's more about childlessness and the way a young woman can feel when she believes no guy is going to want to marry a sterile woman.

See why it grabbed me and wrapped its way around my heart? This is the way I felt for many lonely moons.

Today's book is a little longer than the first adoption fiction story I reviewed, at 127 pages, and this book also is free, so no financial commitment required to participate in this fun little contest. Author Melody Burris is very fortunate to have several great reviews on Amazon, where the book is not free. Unfortunately, there also are a couple of discouraging reviews by readers who were upset because in their view, the book is pushing the LDS or Mormon religion. "Collecting Smiles" didn't seem to be preaching or pushing religion to me at all. It's a story about sophomores attending BYU.

So, if the mention of LDS buzzwords bothers you, don't bother with this book. I guess this would be a good time to disclose my books also have LDS buzzwords because I'm LDS. I'm not a missionary; I didn't even grow up actively participating in church. But God is a very serious part of my life, and I can't imagine trying to survive the bumps, hiccups and tragedies without Him, so He's in all my books. I don't preach. I just tell stories. Just like here on my blog. So again, if the mention of LDS or Mormon buzzwords bothers you, don't bother with my books either.

Hopefully, in this age of what hopefully is the beginning of seeds of true tolerance, most readers won't be offended by any story just because main characters have beliefs or faith. Perhaps it's time for a remake of "Oh, God"... But only if they can do it as well as George Burns and John Denver, or George Burns and Louanne Sirota in "Oh God, Book II". (Trivia: Did you know some churches, supposedly even my own, counseled their members NOT to watch "Oh, God" when it was first released?!? Holy frijole!)

Okay, so now that I've gone off track enough to totally lose the whole point of this blog post, how about I get back to reviewing "Collecting Smiles"?


There are passages in this book that made me feel, for the first time ever in my life of reading fiction, that someone else in the world understood how it feels to not be able to have a child, to feel unworthy of marriage, especially in a church where family is the number one priority, because of an inability to give birth.

The Sunday school classes and Relief Society classes (women's classes) where child-raising routinely is a featured topic... oh, man, I can't even tell you how many of those classes I've endured and even ditched. And Mother's Day?!? Forget it.

I don't know the book's author's circumstances (she apparently hasn't written any other books), but somehow, she knows enough to totally nail that whole childlessness thing. I'd have been in tears if it wasn't for the fact I felt as if I was reading pages from my own journal. Just none of my journals take place in a BYU setting...

College sophomore Megan encounters the ultimate rejection because she can't have children... I cried, and yet, deep down inside, because of my own experiences, a flame was burning the phrase my mom used to say back into my soul: "Better fish will come along." It happened for me in real life! I hoped it would happen for Megan, too.

One thing about this story that bugged me is the typos. If I wasn't so over-committed as it is, I'd print out another copy of the book, proofread and mark it (because that's what I have done in real life for most of my career, just not for world-famous authors, unfortunately), and send it to Melody Burris in the hope she might polish up her little gem and perhaps even one day write a sequel, which many of her Amazon reviews request. I'd proof that one for her, too, if she did write it, even if it means staying off my bike for a weekend. Hope that shows you how much I enjoyed reading her book, mistakes and all.

The only other thing that bothered me about this story was the sudden absence of the title flavor in the final couple of chapters. In my opinion, and maybe because I've spent too many years dotting teas and crossing eyes (yes I intended to write it that way), I felt the ending was rushed because at least one more smile count was not included. (I could see about four places the smile counts would have fit in beautifully and added to the story as well.) The ending almost felt rushed because of that simple omission or oversight. Potential final paragraphs were dancing in my head as I read the last few pages, just knowing smile collecting was going to make a grand return at the end, but it never did. That was sort of a letdown, given the importance the game played in the first two-thirds of the book.

Now it's your turn, Dear Reader. I will award a free autographed paperback copy of "Heart Strings" on May 24, 2016, to a random reviewer of this book on Smashwords here. I will announce the winner here on my blog, assuming anyone participates, and I'll have another challenge then with a completely different genre of book. (Pat, I hope that piques your curiosity!)

I am not receiving any compensation for doing this, and I have no connection to the author. I just want to try to make a total stranger's day and help readers find good, clean fiction about a topic that envelopes my life.

And now, for the results of the "Are You My Sister?" contest: No reviews were submitted to Smashwords, so last month's challenge prize will be added to this challenge. I'll give away TWO autographed copies of "Heart Strings" on May 24, 2016. Your chances of winning just doubled!

26 April 2016

Are You My Sister?


How would you like to help launch another author? Doesn't that sound fun?!?

I recently staged my first book-signing, and I'm very happy to announce I sold seven copies of Heart Strings! I'm well on my way to becoming a rich and famous author, and just think, you were here at the very beginning! Ha ha ha ha!

Okay, humor aside, I'd bought 30 copies of my book for the signing, and I worried I might run out. Now I get to have another signing. And perhaps another... And then one more...

I'm not discouraged at all, but I began wondering what other adoption novels are out there on the market and if anyone is reading them. It occurred to me perhaps people just don't want to read about adoptions.

So I did an adoption search on Smashwords and immediately bought three more books. I read the first one that very same day. It was interesting, but also a little weird. It definitely answered my question about what else is out there. I'd thought since the day I began "Heart Strings" back in 2002 my novel was ground-breaking because I'd never read anything else tackling adoption quite the way I did.

The first of the three stories I bought from Smashwords made me realize there is more to adoption than just childless parents adopting an unwanted child or a young, unmarried woman giving up a child because she doesn't believe she can do the parenting thing alone. There's a whole world of different adoption scenarios out there!

The second novel really hit me. The story was engaging, and the author did a great job, in my opinion. When I finished the book, I immediately logged back onto Smashwords to write a review, and I noticed for the first time, this particular book had no reviews. (Her book does have mostly favorable reviews on Barnes & Noble, but there are spoilers.)

Not only that, the author hasn't published any more books.

That made me sad because I wondered if the author decided writing just isn't worth it. It takes a lot of time to write a book, and it sometimes takes even longer to polish it. Trying to get published in the traditional way can feel as heartbreaking as being told a child or family member is not good enough. Once you've put your heart into writing, editing and trying to sell a book, the finished product feels almost like a baby or child you've created.

To self-publish such a work takes a ton of courage. When you give your book away for free, you open yourself to crackpots who just want to say something mean. You almost have to have an extensive background in marketing to know how to help people who might truly be interested in what you have to say actually find your book.

To go through either publishing process and receive no feedback can be so extremely discouraging.

So I decided to have another little giveaway to perhaps make a writer's day.


I do not know this author, and I am receiving no compensation for what I'm about to do. I'm just trying to help another writer feel good about what she's produced.

Kathy Parsons Williams has created a believable, fun, heart-rending and satisfying story about teenage sisters who discover they have an older sister just as their family is about to experience a life-changing event. Written from the viewpoint of 14-year-old Sally Robeson (a few years after the story takes place), "Are You My Sister?" delights with realistic interactions between Sally, her 12-year-old sister Holly and her best friend Jen. Not one portion of this free 46-page PDF booklet feels contrived or unplanned. I enjoyed it from cover to cover, relishing in the tears and the smiles it brought during the two to three hours it took to read it (while multi-tasking). At the end, I had to put everything else on hold because I couldn't wait to discover the conclusion and could no longer tolerate interruptions stealing my attention away from the book. The ending did not disappoint.

The book is classified as young adult fiction; it contains no offensive language, and in my opinion, it's a wonderful tale suitable for the entire family.

I don't want to reveal any spoilers, so I'm going to leave my review here at that and invite you, Dear Reader, to join me for an afternoon of warm fuzzies by downloading this free book in whatever form suits your reading style, devouring the words and then writing a review on Smashwords here. You have to join Smashwords to leave a review, but joining is free.

On Tuesday, May 10, 2016, I will give away a free autographed paperback copy of my book, "Heart Strings", to the author of a random review on "Are You My Sister?" I'll announce the winner here on my blog, and at that time, I'll ask the winner to contact me with shipping information.

I'd love to see Kathy Parsons Williams write more, but mostly, I'd love knowing you and I, together, made a day brighter for a total stranger.

Thanks for reading!

30 April 2013

The Hero's Choice

hands on freedom

Roger Allen graciously performed our wedding ceremony in 2005, even though we gave him only a couple days of advance notice. We'd been friends for a while. He was an aspiring author, and so was I. He also coached me in my strained relationship with my adopted kids, both of whom left the nest on unauthorized field trips and chose not to return.

Now Roger's a real author,too. He self-published his first book three years ago, "The Hero's Choice", and it's among my top ten favorite books of all time. The detailed account of a man down on his luck, "The Hero's Choice" not only demonstrates how attitude makes all the difference in facing difficult times but also teaches the reader in a non-preaching way, via an unexpected yet timely chance encounter with a mysterious stranger, how to manage crises and Murphy's Law episodes in his or her own life.

This was a book I couldn't put down. I think I read it in two days. From the beginning, I was drawn to the main characters, and I was pulling for them all the way through the book. When I finished the book, I didn't want to be done. I wanted more! I gave several copies to friends for Christmas that year, and they all said they couldn't put the book down either.

Roger Allen has a blog, too, and I'm on his mailing list. I love his uplifting notes and anecdotes that magnify how to better face harsh realities we sometimes must tackle.

This post, in my opinion, is Roger's best. Perhaps because there is a soft spot in my heart for all veterans of all wars, but maybe also because I admire and wish to emulate the courage and strength of the former prisoner of war in this particular true story.

Please don't pass up either of these gems. The message they reveal is worth every second of your time.

02 April 2013

The Forgotten Gift

The Joy of Reading

A Book Review

The Forgotten Gift
by Susan Nelson

I just finished reading the book penned by the wife of Fat Cyclist (Elden Nelson) while she was enduring her final battle with breast cancer.

I cried at the end.

I cried because Susan Nelson didn't get to finish the book before she died.

Fatty is an everyday human, father of four, who took up cycling to lose weight. He blogged about his struggles in such a humorous but realistic way, he became somewhat of an overnight sensation in the cycling world. Then his wife Susan was diagnosed with breast cancer. His blogged morphed from winter-weight-gaining wannabe cyclist to the heart-rending reality of facing the shortness of life. He also took up fund-raising for cancer and has since become a role model for how to raise money and do it well.

Fatty's grief shook the cycling world. He successfully published one book, based on some of his best blog posts, and he plans to do another before publishing a cancer caregiver's guide. Last year, he also revealed his wife had written a book, and now, that book is real.

Fatty had talked up Susan's book for months. I had to wait until payday to purchase the book when it finally was released. I began reading it the night it arrived in the mail.

I had a very hard time putting the book down, even when it ruffled my feathers. "The Forgotten Gift" is a bit too long to read in a night, or, at least it's a bit too long to read in a night when the reader has to be at work - awake - bright and early the next morning. I probably would have finished that night if I could have stayed up until wee hours. (I ended up finishing in three work days.)

By about page 20, I was hooked, even though I don't easily identify with members of younger generations. Mia, the heroine and teenage star of the book, which, by the way, I could easily see being made into a movie, is a believable character with emotions and moods right in tune with today's high school seniors, down to the flip flops in icy cold weather. Even though I hated my hair short and spiky and can't stand to go anywhere without socks, I felt as if I was right next to Mia as she told this story to me in person. Sometimes it was difficult to remember this entire book was written while the author was going through chemotherapy and slowly, tortuously losing control of her life.

During Day Two of my speed read (because I wanted to write a book review and help get the word out about the book), I was aboard public transportation when romance began to bloom. I'm not much into romances, and this one was beginning to sound a bit Twilightish (although I've never read the books or seen any of the movies and have no desire to so indulge). Before the train stopped, I'd decided I didn't want to finish the book. But I turned the page. I couldn't stop reading. And then I almost missed my stop.

Griff, the best-supporting actor of the book and likely the audience favorite if this ever does hit the big screen, is studying photography, and the darkroom scenes are described in such true-to-life detail, I couldn't put the book down. I continued reading on the elevator to my office. I continued reading at my desk until my official employment hours clicked into motion. That particular chapter whisked me straightaway back to my very own 1979 darkroom and the way I used to view the fruits of my photographic outings prior to the digital age of chimping. I could smell pungent fixer in the tiny closet with vampire red glow emitting from a single bulb, and I could smell the black paint on the walls that never seemed to dry.

I knew Susan had created beautiful jewelry before breast cancer stole her life, and jewelry making fits nicely into the plot of the book. Somewhere in her life, Susan knew what it was like to be in a real darkroom, swishing paper in a tray of fluid while patiently waiting for a black and white photo to magically appear. I admired her all the more for capturing the scene so well and taking me back to a treasured time in my life. (Turns out she once was a photo editor, and that's how she knew darkrooms well enough to transport me back in time.) (Have I mentioned I enjoy time travel novels?) ("The Forgotten Gift" is not a time travel novel.)

That night, during my train ride home, the book began crawling into the realm of fantasy, and I decided once again I didn't want to finish it. I read a couple of passages aloud to The Lizard as he drove me home after picking me up at the train station, and he made me giggle.

He thought the book was about Susan, not Mia, and he thought Susan was psychotic from all the chemo and cancer-related drugs! (He knows Fatty is working on a book about Susan's battle with cancer, and I suppose he thought this was that book.)

I explained this is a novel, "an interrupted novel" at that, because Susan died before she was able to write the final chapter. She'd made Fatty promise to finish the book and get it published. He tried to help her get it finished, but in the end, as Susan slowly slipped away and lost touch with reality, he read passages to her to try to get her familiar with the characters and plot again. She couldn't remember writing any of it.

That was 2009. Fatty finally decided last year to let the book stand exactly as Susan wrote it.

I didn't know how I would feel about reaching the end and not having an end. Normally, I kind of like making up my own ending. I have plenty of imagination, and I was pretty sure I could come up with a satisfactory one on my own. The Lizard and I discussed some of our favorite movies... "Pirates of the Caribbean," "Star Trek," "Lord of the Rings", "Back to the Future"... What was I thinking??? Of course I like fantasy. I LOVE fantasy! I'm just picky about what fantasies I like.

I avoid R-ratings in print and on screen. We watch the sanitized version of "Avatar" once in a while. I like the movie that way. I don't need ugly stuff to enjoy my entertainment. I saw enough ugliness while working as a police reporter for my first newspaper, the very same newspaper where I perfected my darkroom skills, that I don't need to read or see every detail in order for my adrenaline to rage.

"The Forgotten Gift" is not R-rated, thankfully. There is one section, perhaps two pages long, that bordered the fine line of violence I detest crossing because I saw so much of it (or the result of it) in real life, but by that segment of the book, I was so drawn into the characters, I wanted to know how the book ended. As it turned out, the couple of pages that made my stomach turn weren't as bad as I anticipated, and they actually added to the plot. If this book ever does hit the big screen, I will be turning away during that particular scene, but I won't skip the movie due to that one small part.

"The Forgotten Gift" could easily have become a trilogy. Or more.

When Susan died, I cried because I felt like I knew her through Fatty's blog. I cried because she wouldn't get to see her kids grow up. I cried because she fought so hard, but the cancer just kept coming back.

Now I cry because she didn't get to finish her book.

I can make up an ending. I can make up several. As I said, I can see sequels. Susan's ending is fine. But it broke my heart because I know how it feels to not be able to finish something I've started. How many times have I started a paragraph, become distracted and lost my train of thought, never to be able to duplicate the idea that once seemed so grand. However, I've never experienced dying before finishing something important to me.

I'm a writer, too. As much as I wish Susan had been able to conquer the tumors, raise her family and enjoy her grandchildren one day, I wish Susan had been able to finish her book and the sequel she envisioned.

Sometimes I picture her looking down on her family, feeling their joys, spiritually bracing them up through their own trials.

Now I picture her thumbing through her book, perhaps with a smile on her face.

She has to be pleased.

NOTE: The book is available here. I receive no compensation whatsoever for writing this review or providing a link to purchase a copy, but I do hope to help Fatty's family. Plus, "The Forgotten Gift" is a great book, and I truly believe it should be enjoyed.
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