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Sometimes, Good Guys Lose
When I was a teen, I got into the Pendragon series, by D.J. MacHale. Spoilers below, you've been warned. The series follows Bobby Pendragon, a teenage boy who is uprooted from his idyllic life to travel with his "Uncle" to different worlds, solving issues and thwarting plots by the evil Saint Dane. While it's not lighthearted, it starts off as a simple episodic journey, where the good guys thwart the villain, and follow him to his next scheme. But as the series progresses, the themes slowly get darker and darker.
By Malcolm Roach12 months ago in BookClub
The Forgotten Garden":
In the heart of a quaint, forgotten village, there stood a garden that had once flourished with vibrant blooms and whispered secrets. But now, it lay shrouded in neglect, much like the life of its elderly keeper, Mrs. Abigail Thompson. Mrs. Thompson, a frail and silver-haired lady, had once been the life of the village. Her laughter echoed through the streets, and her warm, inviting smile could mend the sourest of hearts. However, with the passage of time, age had stolen her vitality, and a profound sadness had settled in her eyes. Her garden mirrored this transformation. What had once been a colorful tapestry of roses, lilies, and daisies now lay hidden beneath an overgrown tangle of weeds and thorns. The vibrant colors had faded, replaced by the dull gray of neglect. One bright morning, a gentle knock sounded at Mrs. Thompson's door. Startled, she shuffled to answer it, her heart pounding with trepidation. She found a young woman named Lily standing there, her eyes filled with determination and kindness. Lily had recently moved to the village and had heard whispers of the forgotten garden. With a hopeful smile, she extended her hand to Mrs. Thompson and said, "I heard you used to have the most beautiful garden in the village. Would you allow me to help you restore it to its former glory?" Mrs. Thompson hesitated, her heart aching with memories of happier days spent in that garden. But the spark of hope in Lily's eyes was too compelling to resist. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, dear. You may." Lily's arrival marked the beginning of a remarkable transformation. Day by day, she and Mrs. Thompson ventured into the garden, armed with pruning shears and gardening gloves. The neglected garden, much like Mrs. Thompson's spirit, had grown wild and unruly. Yet, with each snip of the shears, each weed pulled from the earth, they uncovered the garden's hidden beauty. As they worked side by side, a bond formed between the two women. Mrs. Thompson began to share stories of her youth, of the garden's creation with her late husband, and the happiness it had once brought her. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke of the children who used to play amongst the flowers, and the laughter that had filled the air. Lily, in turn, shared her dreams and aspirations. She spoke of her own love for gardening and her desire to make the village vibrant and alive once more. Through these exchanges, Mrs. Thompson's world expanded beyond her solitude, and her heart felt lighter than it had in years. Seasons changed, and so did the garden. With Lily's tireless care and Mrs. Thompson's guidance, the forgotten garden began to bloom once more. First, the roses, their petals a rich crimson, burst forth like flames. Then, the lilies, their ivory heads turned toward the sun, followed suit. And finally, the daisies, their cheerful faces, opened to the world. As the garden flourished, so did Mrs. Thompson's spirit. The sparkle returned to her eyes, and her laughter rang through the village once more. People marveled at the garden's miraculous revival and the transformation of the elderly woman who had tended to it. One evening, under the blooming roses' canopy, Mrs. Thompson turned to Lily with gratitude and love in her eyes. "You have given me back my life, dear Lily. You've shown me that even when we feel forgotten and neglected, there is still beauty and purpose waiting to be uncovered." Lily smiled, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. "And you, Mrs. Thompson, have given me the most precious gift - the chance to be a part of something truly beautiful and meaningful." The garden not only flourished with flowers but also with the newfound friendship and hope that had blossomed between the two women. It stood as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to rejuvenate even the most forgotten corners of our hearts. In the end, Mrs. Abigail Thompson's once-neglected garden became a symbol of life's enduring beauty and the infinite capacity for renewal, much like the elderly gardener herself.
By Akorigho Victor12 months ago in BookClub
Echoes of Eternity - Part 4
The Cursed Amulet The aftermath of their victory was a tapestry of healing and rebuilding. Aeloria basked in the glow of a newfound dawn, its landscapes rejuvenated by the absence of darkness. Alaric and his companions, their bond stronger than ever, turned their attention to restoring the balance that had been disrupted.
By inspirational poems 12 months ago in BookClub
And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street. Top Story - August 2023.
I owe so much to a childhood that had so many obstacles. I was an odd kid, as my parents and relatives reminded me constantly when I was a failure on the football - yes, soccer - pitch, or chose certain types of music to play at parties, or when I wanted to spend time alone with my favourite books.
By Kendall Defoe 12 months ago in BookClub
What I Read: July (2023)
It’s rare that I am not reading anything. I am usually so wrapped up in a book, that I have to force myself to put it down to do literally anything else. I have always been like this, even as a child, teachers often had to tell me to put a book away and pay attention to class. I still, however, sometimes fall into reading slumps, where I pick up a book, and no matter how well it is written or how interesting the plot is, I can’t seem to fully immerse myself in the story and am almost constantly distracted.
By Alys Revna12 months ago in BookClub
Deborah's Journey into the Heart's Whimsy
In the charming coastal town of Elmina, where the salty breeze dances with the scent of freshly baked pastries, lived Deborah, a resilient woman of 37. She had woven a life for herself, nurturing two precious kids and crafting delicate confections in her snug apartment. Marriage was a melody that hadn't found its way into her heart's rhythm, and she had found contentment in her bustling pastry business.
By NII LANTEY PARKER12 months ago in BookClub