★★★★☆
This is a very interesting story about the life and death of a teenage girl. It is told from the girl's point of view . Her skeleton has been unearthed ten years after she disappeared.
Daina is an intelligent but tragic girl. She is trying desperately to keep up appearances and survive. Her mother is an alcoholic, and barely knows her daughter is around. Daina is being viciously bullied at school.
There was an incident many years before that has a connection to what happened around the time of her death.
This is an emotional read that sadly could be very easily happening to someone out there now. The cruelty of bullies is often devastating.
This is a very interesting story about the life and death of a teenage girl. It is told from the girl's point of view . Her skeleton has been unearthed ten years after she disappeared.
Daina is an intelligent but tragic girl. She is trying desperately to keep up appearances and survive. Her mother is an alcoholic, and barely knows her daughter is around. Daina is being viciously bullied at school.
There was an incident many years before that has a connection to what happened around the time of her death.
This is an emotional read that sadly could be very easily happening to someone out there now. The cruelty of bullies is often devastating.
Ever since I was three year’s old I’ve been reading
everything I can lay my hands on. It’s been my passion, my solace, my comfort.
I used to look forward to Wednesday nights which were the time that my mother
would take me, and any of my siblings who wanted to go – so usually just me, to
the library.
It would be wonderful, thrilling, and risky. I was
only able to take three books out each week, and only one of those could get a
free pass on fees. If I picked the wrong one I would be stuck with it for a
whole week. Not only stuck with it, but I’d have to read a bad book cover to
cover because otherwise I’d have to do something else, and that was not really
what I was after. I did go outside, and played outside, and watched TV like any
normal kid, but that was just stuff you filled in time with until you could
read again.
Throughout my childhood there was never anything I
wanted to do but become a writer – it seemed the only natural progression to my
life. Then I crawled inside a bottle for fourteen years, and when I popped back
out I was working in an office job in a travel agency, my mother was dead, and
I was clueless as to how I was meant to get my life back on track.
About the time I started to seriously study the
craft of writing, something that used to come naturally to me but had grown
incredibly hard through lack of use, I also had a change in career path into
insurance (not as big a change as it might seem as it was really from one
office job to another with a brighter future and better career path.) I started
to challenge myself in my professional life, and my personal life, so instead
of focussing in on writing I instead tried out a range of different hobbies,
followed up on fleeting interests, tried to learn to play the saxophone which
my partner was glad was a short-lived affair, and generally did all of the
things I should’ve spent my teens and twenties doing but hadn’t.
But of course I always circled back to writing.
Reading and writing. My passion remains the same but instead of skimming widely
across any and all genres I’ve narrowed down and done a deep-dive into crime
fiction which has been my favourite for over a decade now.
I love the fact that I’ve been reading the same
genre of fiction for more than ten years now, and still find new and
interesting things with every book that I pick up. Now I’m trying to bring
something new and unique to me to the genre. And soon I might finally get back
on track to being the person that I always wanted to be.
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