change of heart

When Shay Bourne was working at our house as a carpenter, he gave Elizabeth a birthday present. Made of scrap wood and crafted after hours wherever he went when he left our house, it was a small, hinged chest. He carved it intricately, so that each face portrayed a different fairy, dressed in the trappings of the seasons. Summer had bright peony wings, and a crown made of the sun. Spring was covered in climbing vines, wore a bridal train of flowers swept beneath her. Autumn wore the jewel tones of sugar maples and aspen trees, the cap of an acorn balanced on her head. And Winter skated across a frozen lake, leaving a trail of silver frost in her wake. The cover was a painted picture of the moon, rising through a field of stars with its arms outstretched toward a sun that was just out of reach.

[...] - light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light.

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. -- Albert Einstein

read this book. jodi picoult is my favourite author to date.

what would you do if you were a mum who has a daughter who is in dire need of a heart transplant or her body would shut down anytime, and the only donor available is the murderer of your husband and first daughter? what would you do if your daughter does not want his heart, but asks you to "LET ME GO"?

what would you do if you were a priest who had been on the jury convicting the murderer to death by lethal injection for a crime that he did not commit 11 years ago, and that you did not knew it till he confesses, 11 years later today? what would you do if you knew that the late husband is the one sexually abusing the lady's first daughter? what would you do if there was nothing you can do because the innocent man does not want to live, but wants to die, so that he can save the little girl twice? once from her ruthless step-father and second, by giving her his heart.

i have no answers to any of the questions i have repeatedly asked myself while reading this book. i must admit i was quite disturbed by it i could not sleep at night. words alone cannot describe completely what this book is about, unless to read it for yourselves. i just need a place to vent out my feelings about this book, although i dont really know how.

how does one find the inspiration and creativity to write so flawlessly and spellbindingly, she has no clue. she must find out. she wants to do the same.