Heather King





Heather King

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Average rating: 3.65 · 653 ratings · 126 reviews · 12 distinct works · Similar authors
Parched
3.51 of 5 stars 3.51 avg rating — 443 ratings — published 2005 — 3 editions
Redeemed: A Spiritual Misfi...
3.71 of 5 stars 3.71 avg rating — 117 ratings — published 2008 — 5 editions
Shirt of Flame: A Year with...
4.22 of 5 stars 4.22 avg rating — 93 ratings — published 2011
Redeemed
0.0 of 5 stars 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings — published 2008
Parched
0.0 of 5 stars 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings — published 2006
Savor the Flavor of the Edi...
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0.0 of 5 stars 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings — published 1996
Brenda is no more
0.0 of 5 stars 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings — published 2011
A Guide to Surviving Life a...
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0.0 of 5 stars 0.00 avg rating — 0 ratings — published 1998 — 3 editions
Peace of Trash
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Applied Paediatric Nursing
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“I once heard a sober alcoholic say that drinking never made him happy, but it made him feel like he was going to be happy in about fifteen minutes. That was exactly it, and I couldn’t understand why the happiness never came, couldn’t see the flaw in my thinking, couldn’t see that alcohol kept me trapped in a world of illusion, procrastination, paralysis. I lived always in the future, never in the present. Next time, next time! Next time I drank it would be different, next time it would make me feel good again. And all my efforts were doomed, because already drinking hadn’t made me feel good in years.”
Heather King, Parched

“Was I being groomed for some special mission? What possible purpose could an existence like mine serve? When I wasn’t drinking in crappy bars, I was home by myself reading: a life that was achingly lonely, and yet perversely designed to prevent anybody from ever getting close enough to really know me.”
Heather King, Parched

“I had no idea what time I’d left, how I’d gotten home, who’d been up here, and how long he, she, or they had stayed. Another night, added to the hundreds that had gone before, shrouded in mystery. Really, when you thought about it, it was creepy. My own life was a secret to me.”
Heather King, Parched



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