“…She sang her alms. The alms for living a life that swelled and bulged, her suffocating habits and livelihood, distributing struggles. She sang. And when she sang people passed by, they passed in the moment, passing around moments, exchanging experiences, experiencing experience, where life was lost in living. She didn’t notice them passing. She didn’t notice the stares. She chose not to notice. …”
“…So she smiled to herself and she felt good. She didn’t know that she wanted to have children but she always felt that was something people did. That was just what you did. …”
I’ve experienced a lot of mixed feelings, reading this novel. Reminded me all, that I know, from the author’s existence. All that we’ve, been through. Someone founds life’s a bitch. But we can’t give it up. The struggle for each one’s place on this earth. The fact that there’s always someone more unfortunate than us. It seems that we are close to the characters of this episode, so explained are their inner doubts, their secret wishes and their miseries. Who as such a gift, sooner or later will be recognized? Although I’m not fluent in the language, I’ve felt in the middle of the scenario, like if I was there to. Thanks Caren, for the trust, and the honor of being one of the first readers of your novel.
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