One of many passages I could relate to was a discovery she made as she was being tossed in the air by a storm.
She writes:
I actually enjoyed the speed, the adrenaline, the feeling of flying. The fear squeezing my chest wasn’t so bad either. And that’s the thing about change. Sometimes it happens over days…months…years. And sometimes it happens in that no-time between air and sea, between him and me, between now. And now.
When fear squeezes your chest, time stands still. Priorities shift. Lines get crossed. Perspectives change. While I don’t enjoy speed or the sensation of flying, I do like the feeling of exhilaration. A good heart thumping scare that vaults you to a new place is the stuff of life and good novels. I recommend this one.
1 comment:
Intriguing ;->
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