It amazes me how poetry transcends form and shape. When we say poetic, we don’t necessarily refer to written poems. By Wordsworth’s definition of poetry, “spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions”, poetry could be anything: your clothing, your house, your perfume, or anything materialistic or spiritual, worldly or imaginary can be poetic. All we need to have is an eye for beauty and the heart to appreciate it.
No One Knew by Renee Olivier
In her memoir No One Knew, Renee Olivier rips open the many emotional wounds that a sociopath inflicted upon her. Joe entered into Renee’s life when she had been single for thirteen years. He swept her off her feet with his honeyed tongue and love talks. The man was skilled in convincing her that she was the love of her life and that he would die without her. With no reason to suspect the man, Renee dreamed of a bright future with him.
Fatherless, Fearless, Female
Being born as an illegitimate daughter to a woman who was way ahead of her time, put Mary Charity in a complex position. As much as she wanted a father, her mother did not wish to be married. Finally, she accepted her reality and vowed to not let her own child, Billy, be raised without a father. However, fate intervened and she found herself a widow at an early age. Along with an unbearable emotional trauma, his death brought financial troubles in her life.
The Voice of Reason
When Amy married a high school dropout, Josh, she happily left her parents’ immense wealth and their pretentious lifestyle. With her husband and their son, Caleb, she had built her own little paradise. Nevertheless, as it is with all good things, her blessings came to an end, when Josh began hallucinating. In no time, his episodes escalated from him mumbling to people no-one else could see to getting into a life-threatening situation.
Be Kind. I Just Lost my Family.
When I was only two months old, a speeding car crushed my mom and three siblings. I never had a father, to begin with. Obviously, there must have been a male that helped my mom conceive. His participation, however, ended just there. Just like that, I had no family. Those two months that I had spent in the warm embrace of my family were no less than a paradise. We did not have a house. So, my mom used to search for shelter every day. There were good days and bad days. Our definition of a good day was finding leftover food under the protection of a tree or tin-shade or a bridge somewhere. A day spent under the burning hot sun with no shade and no rejected food was marked as a bad day.
Shattered Treasure by Cindy Patterson #BookReview
Reviewed by me for Reader’s Favorite. Shattered Treasure by Cindy Patterson takes the readers on a dramatic, emotional, and romantic journey with Addison Morgan. Twenty-two years old Addison knew pain more than anything else. After the death of her father, her mother began treating her daughters (Addison and Casey) as a burden. She was only…
Cycles Of Hatred – Will He? by Linda Heavner Gerald #BookReview
Reviewed by me for Reader’s Favorite. Although Cycles Of Hatred – Will He? by Linda Heavner Gerald is summarized to be about men who are misogynists, the plot is a web of various human emotions and life lessons. Laura and Lars were born into a very affluent family. At the surface, everything about these twins…
#BookReview: Cold Case No. 99-5219 – A Samantha Church Mystery Series Book 4 by Betta Ferrendelli
Reviewed by me for Reader’s Favorite Cold Case No. 99-5219 is the Fourth book in A Samantha Church Mystery Series by Betta Ferrendelli. I assume that the protagonist, Samantha Chuch, lost her dear sister, Robin, in one of the previous series. When she visited her sister’s grave, Sam’s daughter, April, found another grave with a…