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She was my first kiss. My first love. She was a little match girl who could see the future in the flame of a candle. She was a runaway who taught me more about life than anyone has before or since. And when she was gone my innocence left with her.As I begin to write, a part of me feels as if I am awakening something best left dead and buried, or at least buried. We can bury the past, but it never really dies. The experience of that winter has grown on my soul like ivy climbing the outside of a home, growing until it begins to tear and tug at the brick and mortar.

I pray I can still get the story right. My memory, like my eyesight, has waned with age. Still, there are things that become clearer to me as I grow older. This much I know: too many things were kept secret in those days. Things that never should have been hidden. And things that should have. 

My Review:  I have read all of Richard Paul Evans books ever since he wrote The Christmas Box.  As usual, Richard Paul Evans has a winning holiday book.  I was engrossed in this book from beginning to end, and tears fell throughout, but mostly at the end.  I also felt angry and frustrated by this book.  It’s hard to revisit times in the past when things were not right without getting upset.  Many readers will relate to this book because the setting is during economic hard times.  Readers will also relate to the inhumane treatment some children receive.  I recommend this book – it’s not warm and fuzzy, but it is riveting.

This entry was posted on Monday, December 22nd, 2008 at 2:33 am

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