![]() ![]() My family, my home, my friends, my future. For years I’ve lived with the sadness of knowing that she, too, was a helpless victim – a victim of a terrible disease that consumed and destroyed the strong and caring woman I had once called Mom. I experienced first-hand the terror of watching someone I loved transform into a monster, the terror of discovering that I was to be her primary victim. I had what every teenager wants: a stable family, a nice home in the suburbs, a great group of friends, big plans for my future, and no reason to believe that any of that would ever change. I was sixteen years old, a junior in high school and an honors student. One of the books suggested was today’s recommended read, the memoir On Hearing Of My Mother’s Death Six Years After It Happened by Lori Schafer. The post had a great response (and I’m still looking for more, so if you have any suggestions, please let me know). The only rules were that you couldn’t suggest more than one (like that stopped you) and you couldn’t promote your own book. At the beginning of the year I took on a reading challenge, and I asked people for their suggestions on indie books they’ve enjoyed reading. ![]()
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