Some people will love your book, some people will hate it and others will take it or leave it. True freedom as a reader is the entitlement to your opinion.
Shawnda CurrieIf ten eyewitnesses are asked to describe a suspect, you'll get ten different variations. The same applies to readers and their opinions about the same book. And that's how it should be; we're not robots.
Shawnda CurrieEmpty out your mind and concentrate on one card at a time. Guess which symbol is on the card and then flip it over to see if you’re right.”
I took a deep breath and concentrated on the first card. “Wavy lines.”
I flipped the card over. It was a circle. Some psychic I was.
Tawny gave me a puzzled look but nodded in agreement. She went downstairs while I went to my room. I collapsed onto the bed. I squeezed the night light on my watch. Ten thirty-eight. I would doze off for a few hours. Maybe I would dream a rescue plan. At this moment I didn’t even know what city I was in, let alone where Sable was. It was too late to change my mind; I had already given Tawny hope. And sometimes hope was the only thing that kept you going.
Shawnda CurrieBesides, even if I blocked my thoughts, my eyes would give me away. It was easy to put on a brave face but the eyes were essentially the window to the soul.
Your eyes would always betray you; no wonder people avoided eye contact when they had something to hide. The eyes couldn’t fake emotions – surprise, happiness, betrayal, remorse. The list went on and on. Mine were probably screaming anticipation with a hint of irritation.
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