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Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

26 February, 2011

Follow The Stars Home



Title : Follow The Stars Home
Author : Luanne Rice
ISBN-10 : 0553581023
ISBN-13 : 978-0553581027

There appears to be a trend in women's fiction towards three-hankie reads, with terminal illness or other health crises as the main tear-inducing theme. Maybe it's a reaction against all of those wry, ironic Bridget Jones' Diary clones, or maybe it's the literary equivalent of Touched by an Angel. Luanne Rice's novels have become increasingly sentimental, moving away from the cosmopolitan relationship novels she favored early in her career. I'm not a big fan of this trend, but as long as authors as talented as Rice are participating, I guess I'll come along for the ride.

Follow the Stars Home tackles the gut-wrenching topic of parenting a child with severe disabilities. Dianne Robbins always dreamed of a having a big family and relishing the mommy role. Taught the carpentry trade by her father, she established herself professionally in her small Connecticut town as the maker of exquisite wooden dollhouses. One date with the town's new pediatrician, Alan McIntosh, was promising, but then Dianne was quickly swept off her feet by Alan's rugged seafaring brother, Tim. She chose the "dark" brother over the "light" and soon had cause to regret it. As soon as prenatal tests confirmed that the child Dianne was carrying was seriously deformed, Tim split, unable to accept a child who was less than perfect.

Now, almost twelve years later, Dianne gets by with help from her mother Lucinda, the town librarian. Her daughter, Julia, has spina bifida and Retts syndrome, a condition similar to autism. She cannot walk, talk, hold things or eat solid food, and her limbs are misshapen and stunted. She has had 13 surgeries since birth, and is not expected to live many more years because her underdeveloped organs cannot support her growing body. Dianne is an almost saintly mother. She loves Julia fiercely and rarely complains about her fate. She saves all of her anger for Alan, who reminds her of the spineless brother who left.

The catalyst for change is a twelve year old girl named Amy Brooks. Her mother Tess has been mired in depression for years, ever since Amy's father died in a boating accident, and the household is terrorized by Buddy, Tess's abusive boyfriend. Amy loves to hang around Dr. McIntosh's office, the one place she feels safe. One day, Alan has a brainstorm -- he wonders if putting Dianne, Amy and Julia together could be beneficial to all three. Dianne will have some part-time help and a chance to focus her maternal instincts on a more responsive child, Amy will have a mother substitute, and Julia will have a friend. Alan is happy to see a strong bond form between the three females, but he is surprised to find an additional positive side effect. These new relationships allow Dianne to finally realize that, although she once chose the wrong brother, the right one is still waiting for her.

The poignancy factor in Follow the Stars Home is off the scale. Just imagine eleven years of loving a child who can never say "I love you" or hug you. If Julia's condition doesn't grab you by the heart, add in the gradual recovery of a puppy who is beaten by Buddy in the name of "training" but later rescued by Amy. Then factor in Alan, the sensitive beta hero who has worshipped Dianne for years and finds a way to make her dreams come true with a grand, generous gesture. I'll defy anyone reading this to remain untouched.

Frankly, there are some times when Alan and Dianne seem almost too good to be true. Fortunately, the novel is populated by other characters whose complex personalities give it some spice. Amy Brooks is the primary example, as is Lucinda Robbins. The puppy and Dianne's cat Stella have important roles to play in the story. Even Tim McIntosh is given some depth -- true, he's a total rat for abandoning his wife and daughter, but Rice unerringly portrays the way he has rationalized his weak behavior, and he winds up more worthy of pity than scorn.

Follow the Stars Home is not subtle about its advice to cherish love and life each possible moment. It implores readers to move beyond their own pain and to reach out to others. As Lucinda says, "The biggest mistake any of us can make is thinking that love is a feeling, an emotion. It's not that at all. It's an action, a way of life." By the time you reach the final, surprising chapter in this novel, you will be ready for a great, big hug from and for anyone near and dear to you. Don't be surprised if you end up using their shirt sleeve to wipe away your tears. (source : the romance reader)




On the island, in the sea,
Northward of the gulf stream’s flow,
That is where we came to be,
In the spot where apples grow.

Trees of green and walls of stone
Fill the land that I can see
Anne played here till she was grown
Tell me, what will be for me?

Back at home, my mother cries
My father lives beneath the waves
Tell me, does the one who tries
to love, succeed at being brave?

You see, I’m just an apple girl
And someone came and picked me up
She polished me, just like a pearl
And set me in a loving cup.

In apple gardens, let me be
Beneath the stars and wind and sky
The constellations in the tree
I’ll love my own life, by and by.

~ from the book Follow The Stars Home by Luanne Rice ~


PS : Have a great weekend everyone :)

05 February, 2011

Books

 
I like books
Big books
Little books
Happy books
Sad books
Books with pictures
Books with words
I like books
 
(Author : Unknown) 
 
PS : Auto Publish Entry. At this time, I know I am going to miss my books...sob sob

22 January, 2011

Dream Tide


Its Saturday, what do you plan today...or are you working like me?? hehe...
Last Saturday Stella asked me if I buy all the books that  I share. The answer is YES :) I picked book to share from my own collection, I buy it myself and some of it are from family and friends... 
No book to share today, just a poem from the book Dream Tide by Robin Lee Hatcher. I enjoy reading and collect words, phrase, lines or whatever I like inside the books and this poem is one of it. It is very beautiful, isn't it??

Dream Tide 

In dreams I found you 
We strolled in fields of clover 
We laughed amid the wildflowers 
We danced beneath the moonlight 
We loved until the dawn. 
Too soon, the dawn... 
Now I’m awake and wonder 
Were you real, my love 
Or an illusion of my heart ?

 
PS : Cannot wait for my books to arrived :)

14 January, 2011

A Place


Step closer...
Inhale a familiar fragrance.
Walk on a familiar ground.
Listen...
The trees are humming,
The birds are singing,
Butterflies are dancing.
The rhythm becomes one.
The memories start to embrace.
Lips began to smile.
This surrounding,
This place,
I am home...

(sumandak kinabalu, 2007)


PS : Counting the days to visit grandma... 

22 September, 2010

My Story



I am a young boy,
I live in a Kampung.
Everyday I woke up with the birds singing
on my window.
After a quick and simple breakfast,
I grab my lastik and run to meet my friends.

The forest is our playground.

We love to sink ourselves deep inside its rich color.
It is a good place to play hide and seek.
When we bored, we will climb a tree to peek inside the bird’s nest.

In the evening,

we spend our time playing in the river.
Sometimes swimming, sometimes fishing.
If we caught a fish, cheerful cheers will thunder
make the breeze giggling and softly pinch our cheek.
We only went home when the sun pull down his curtain
and wave goodbye to the day.

At night,

the marching sound outside beat gently into my ears.
What a perfect event to end my day.
I sigh, close my eyes and thanked God for the day,
and wish for another beautiful day tomorrow.

(My Story ~ by
Jane, Joan & Clinton on 17 Oct 2009)

08 September, 2010

A Precious Gift



Don't you want to loose yourself beneath their laughter?
Don't you want to be the one who put a smile on their face?
Don't you want to be the one who shed away their tears and fears?
Don't you want to love and to be loved by them?
Children...
A Precious gift from God.
The face of tomorrow.
(A Precious Gift, Sumandak Kinabalu 2007)

28 August, 2010

The Dead Crow



He saw a dead crow
in a drain
near the post office.
He saw an old man
gasping for air
and a baby barely able to breathe
in a crowded morning clinic.

This land is so rich.
Why should we suffer like this?
I want clean air
for my grandchildren.
I want the damned fools
to leave the forest alone.
I want the trees to grow,
the rivers run free,
and the earth covered with grass.
Let the politicians plan how we may live with dignity,
now and always.
(by A. Samad Said)


Just for sharing sempena Bulan Merdeka. Found the poem in my brother's textbook. A simple poem by A. Samad Said, yet speak a thousands meaning...renung-renungkan lah dan selamat beramal.

14 April, 2010

The Longest Night




I woke up in the middle of the night.
It was cold and silent.
I felt empty inside...
Felt that something was slipping away from my grasp.
But what?
I don't care for the answer right now.
I force myself to sleep.
I don't want my mind to start wandering,
it will search for something to think...
Not now...
Because I know, when it start
it will never end.
One was never enough!
Rolled to the right,
rolled to the left.
No different.
The sleep was too stubborn to take me.
Try again...
I closed my eyes,
counted the seconds with the clock.
One...
Two...
Three...
Finally the sleep claimed me.
My lips are smiling when it carry me away,
because I won the night.
There is no sweet dream as a reward,
but one thing for sure...
A new day will greet me in the morning.

(The Longest Night, by Sumandak)

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