Lillies and The Lovely Bones

In this kingdom there are lillies, growing tall and beautiful, strong and wild. They know the secrets of peace, of bending to the wind, and of waiting for things to come to you. What I would give to be a lilly...

Okay, I know, this is not piggybacking or storytelling or even reasonably good poetry, and therefor I will certainly be accused of cheating, but it has been a long few days, and this was on my mind. Other than that bit, I wanted to recommend Anne Seabold's The Lovely Bones to any who haven't picked it up. Not to give the wrong impression, it is not a book to be taken lightly. It is also not for the faint of heart. I had to put it down three times in the first 33 pages; just set it down, walk away and take a breath. Play with my babies, do something cheerful. It was not a darkly written book, it was oddly cherful and light in some regards. I was actually amazed at Seabold's ability to do that. It would not be easy for someone who has lost a child, because of course it is about the death of a young girl. It lets you know that in the opening line, "My name was..."

In truth it is not an easy read for anyone, but it is a great read. I truly enjoyed the book. It was more than a book to me, it was a lesson, a learning experience, about grief and life and family and the impact of death on everyone. I commend and thank Mrs. Seabold for sharing her wisdom, and will, when I am ready, pick up Lucky.