Name: The garden boy (en Inglés)
SKU: 59624854
Price: 39.15 USD
Availability: InStock
Author: M, Rachel Ellynn
ISBN: 9781692252878

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Rachel Ellynn M

Editorial

Independently Published

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

116

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9x15.2x0.8 cm

Peso

0.23 kg.

ISBN13

9781692252878

Categorías

Poesía

The garden boy (en Inglés)

Rachel Ellynn M (Autor) · Independently Published · Tapa Blanda

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Reseña del libro "The garden boy (en Inglés)"

Rachel Ellynn M., blogger and author of "mind weaving," her first poetry collection, brings to the table a new perspective about heartache and emotional abuse. A fierce, poetic memoir about growing out of adversity, "the garden boy" is a book for those who've settled for less-than-love. This book belongs in the hands of anyone who is a victim of abuse, degradation, or anything that makes one believe they are less than perfect.Follow the main character as she falls in love, makes mistakes, gets her heart broken, and finds that things aren't what they seem. With forceful and biting words as well as earthy detail, Rachel Ellynn M. writes a poetic memoir like no other you've seen. This book is full of vignettes about growth, love, memories, and overcoming odds.READ A SAMPLE: brokenShe wanted him to smile because he seldom did. She felt that it was her job to get him happy for at least a moment. Or two.But when she reached out to help, he turned and faced the wall. He put his head in both hands and said,"no, I don't need you,"when she knew really, he did. Or at least he needed someone, she was sure of it. She thought she knew what he needed. And the sting of rejection was far more than a sting; this ugly twisting inside of her burned too much. Too quickly. Something in that girl ached like no one deserves to feel, and yet again she put her hand out. This time, though the garden boy's answer was final. "You don't want me.I'm - broken. Poisonous."Broken he was, and the Earth turned to glass, shards of it, that sliced at her outstretched hand - tiny cuts in her heart. She tried to water the flower bed with her tears, but the invisible sharpness simply remained hidden.She watched as he slowly turned to ivy, crawling up the brick."The problem isI always need to test love;Never learning Love does not enjoy being tested."- KOMAL KAPOOR