One summer I devoted my reading time to the works of Spanish-speaking, English writing, authors. Sandra Cisneros. Laura Esquivel. Julia Alvarez. Esmeralda Santiago. Gabriel García Marquez. And if I ever finish the book by Isabel Allende, I'll had her to the pool. Ahhh, that was a beautiful summer.
So when my co-worker slipped me a book from her collection in exchange for all those recipes I've been sending her, I smiled and began my reading journey. It was a beautiful book. And although it was a slow start at first, beginning with reading only one chapter at a time, soon that familiar feeling took over. That feeling you get when your eyes widen with each turn of the page. You are so engrossed in the text that the passing time doesn't matter. And soon those 400 pages of text soon decrease and the book is finished. Then you smile and wish for another.
So what did I read? The Silent Gift by Michael Landon, Jr. and Cindy Kelley. I don't want to spoil the book for you, in case you decide to read it for yourself, so I will only give you the snippet on the back of the book (which I almost never read):
The decade of the thirties was a time of enormous uncertainty - for the world, for America, and in particular for the one lonely, struggling mother and her disabled son. Their story is one of unyielding love and incredible sacrifices in the face of circumstances beyond belief.But then The Gift appears...where has it come from, and why? How can a young boy who cannot communicate provide comfort and direction to seekers who learn of his special ability? Whatever the source, its presence brings a single shaft of light and hope to Mary and her beloved son, Jack... Will it be enough?
Although I could reach for another book, if I knew what it would be, instead I must reach for the cleaning supplies and ready my house for the coming guests for Thanksgiving next week.
Until next time,