“I felt perfectly safe in my rolling metal fortress, rusted and dented as it was. Nothing and no one could get to me, and nothing and no one did—with one very notable exception. Her name was Chablis.”
Have to admit, the one thing I didn't expect in a Southern Murder book was a side character who is Trans and the author respecting them. Learning today about beloved Lady Chablis a Trans performer in Savannah who died in 2016 of pneumonia at age 59.
Book mail. Looking forward to both of these very different books. #botm #amazonsale
pickI was in ninth grade when the Columbine massacre happened in 1999. Since then, many more have occurred, and the violence is only increasing. In this memoir, Dylan‘s mother shares her grief and tries to make sense of the actions her son and his friend Eric made on that fateful day. Heartbreaking.
pickRead for #hauntedshelf I didn‘t realize how close to the end I was. I only had a few chapters to go. I had apparently been using an old piece of mail as the bookmark. I started this in early 2015, if it coincides with the mail. A lot of interesting stuff here, just wish it had been put together better. Interesting that in the 100 years since the events police work hasn‘t improved much. :/
#screamteam #pumpkinchailatte #onesnacktorulethemall
Like mothers all over Littleton, I had been praying for my son‘s safety. But when I heard the newscaster pronounce twenty-five people dead, my prayers changed. If Dylan was involved in hurting or killing other people, he had to be stopped. As a mother, this was the most difficult prayer I had ever spoken in the silence of my thoughts, but in that instant, I knew the greatest mercy I could pray for was not my son‘s safety, but for his death.
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