It has been a long time
since such words wove through my hair, my clothing, and my mind--like
sea spray in a stiff breeze. On Little Wings spoke to my soul and
reminded me of my own lost, bittersweet loves, my summer magic, my
little death as I said good-bye. He waits in my memories, laughing,
teasing me. I was once seventeen too.
More than that, the book
speaks to me of another--of my own wounds left unbound, years still
slowly bleeding as we watch our separate lives slide away in silence.
How I wish I had the courage, like Jennifer, to reach out and draw him
close, knowing that he finally understood. How I wish I could understand
him before it's too late and dark regret seals me away from him.
Thank
you, Regina, for your luscious imagery, for your journey to the sea,
and back into hours left standing in dusty jars. Thank you for reminding
me that words are to taste, not to bludgeon. I'm keeping this book
Searching for Irene by Marlene Sullivan
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7 years ago
Excellent review. It is a beautiful description of what appears to be a beautiful book. It's on my list of books to read for certain. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteLovely review, Heidi. You always use such beautiful language. This book is on my to read list.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I think it was actually the book that inspired the rush of words. That and memories of saltwater trips, the waves seething and thundering. The sea fills my cup.
ReplyDeleteHeidi,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this. It makes my heart smile. I'm humbled that my story made you feel this way. Words like this push me to try harder and keep going.
Thank you,
Regina