Scribbles on Karen Hesse' Out of the Dust

The first book I've read after "the incident" is Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse. I grabbed this book from a shelf at the children's section  in Booksale. After speed-reading the back cover ... Billie Jo... not a boy ... family ... dust ... piano... losing mom... and the P45 price tag, I thought it's worth a try since I haven't read a book for a long time now. I think I've seen this book in those shelves before but I have just been engrossed in other things that I did not buy Out of the Dust.

So, fast-forward to the afternoon after. I have finished reading the book. I was trying very hard not to shout out loud. I was in our office sleeping lounge. Obviously not sleeping,

Scribbles on Ann M. Martin's Here Today

I look for myself every time I read a book. So far, treating reading that way has been enriching. A huge part tells me that I perhaps lived in the moors of Ireland and played in a Secret Garden, or  I was a witch when I read the Harry Potter series. There are also books which allows us to examine our lives and downright points out the disagreeable, sad, harsh parts. Here Today by Ann M. Martin did just that. 

At first, I laughed off the title because it sound dramatic and I think the title has been used in numerous other novels. I cannot say that I am glad to have read the book. It is a family story. And I hate Doris Day Dingman!!! Why does she have to leave!! Argh!!!

turn off the lights and give yourself.... goosebumps

This is the GIF that I have made for my ode to RL Stine/Goosebumps night in tumblr.

I deliberately tried to scare myself, and failed miserably. Why? Because I have turned off the speakers just not to hear the audio clips. Omo.

I know, I am such a scaredy-cat.