| Rating: | ★★★★★ |
| Category: | Books |
| Genre: | Literature & Fiction |
| Author: | linda gray sexton |
Moved me in ways I didn’t expect it to, the Points of Light, which has been sitting on my side table for months now (or even years! The receipt clipped on the cover jacket said I bought it on July 22 without a year. I’m certain it wasn’t this year. I kept on making excuses to read it as if mustering as much courage to dig the unknown) has been such an experience that I could never just set aside (as what I did on the hardbound book that contained it after reading in two consecutive afternoons to early evenings). It haunted me. It drew my forgotten fears out from the deep hollow pit inside me as various emotions exploded with it on each turn of the page. I didn’t even remember flipping the pages at all. The story unfolded right before me (or my imagination). I saw it. Never did a fiction scare me this much. It keeps on haunting me. Keeps on coming alive in front of me. Enveloping me with fear. I’m not sure if it just my vivid imagination or the author was just effective on sending her readers that fear of loss, pain, and guilt. Not even happy songs can bounce me back to my bubbly self. But what am I scared of? Didn’t I just brave all the explicit scenarios an author could ever think of? It might be the possibilities the reality has that scared me. It’s as if I was in a dream too. It consumed me.
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