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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so-soMy expression when the author describes her experiences in the introduction. Girl, what?
Interesting read because I love the period but blergh, she can be quite tone deaf about what constitutes actual harm and what‘s just uncomfortable. Get a grip, madame.
#WDNCW @dabbe
We do not care that we have the worst eyebrows known to humankind. Each brow only has about 10 hairs because the new ones that grow in are completely white and sharp like a wire, so they have to be plucked, leaving you with the lamest, limpest eyebrows imaginable. Even all the brow pencils in the world can't make them look better, but we know we still have to “make“ them up before going outside or you'll think we have none.
#BookHaul
While I was in Chester, I popped into Waterstones and got the top two books, then found a lovely little indie, Books on the Walls, where I got the bottom two.
On Agoraphobia: the author's bibliotherapy led him to discover that the literary world is full of agoraphobics, and this book is about them 😰
Medusa: A 1920s weird novel set at sea 🦑
Alien Gods: Only 97 pages, but they are translations of Korean reimaginings of H.P. Lovecraft ⬇️
My favorite book of September was the one I read first. #wrapup
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers!” Anne Shirley, AOGG
Thanks so much to everyone who played our September challenge🙏🏻🥰
We look forward to seeing your posts for:
#HauntsAndHexes !! Starts tomorrow
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@Eggs @Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks
School excursion many years ago, my sister and my best friend
#schooldays #falling
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pickIn this thoughtful memoir, the author recounts her childhood as the daughter of Baptist missionaries in Haiti. Her hot-tempered father, an agronomist, applied all his missionary zeal to reforestation efforts with little regard for the effects on his family. The author uses her parents' letters, church documentation and interviews to offer a clear-eyed look at the complicated legacy and shortcomings of missionary aid, however well-intentioned.
