I have made a horrible mistake. I realized this so soon after melting into the warm pages of Thompson’s Duet for Three Hands. Not in the selection ofI have made a horrible mistake. I realized this so soon after melting into the warm pages of Thompson’s Duet for Three Hands. Not in the selection of this book, but in not reading her works sooner.
Like the feathery seeds of a dandelion floating in the summer breeze, I was whisked away, to a time and place of which I am not familiar. Yet, each of Thompson’s beautiful words beckoned me. Pulled me into the portrait which she painted. And it felt as though I was traversing the road to home. As if I was visiting with old friends.
A mere few sentences in and I had such passionate opinions about each of the characters which shook my hand. Such hatred and disappointment I had for some. Such love and hope for others. Characters. You can’t really call them that. Even the ones which caused my temper to boil and my fists to clench. They were all more than something made up. Because that is exactly what they weren’t. They were real. All perfectly flawed with both light and dark parts. They are friends you fight with, and foes you fight against. And just like living, breathing humans, each of these friends and foes had a distinct voice and personality.
An impeccable beginning to what I know will be an impeccable series full of tasty morsels of wisdom and deliciously intriguing characters. Duet for Three Hands is an evocative and poignant rendering which will leave you breathless and speechless. The story so lush and captivating. So brilliantly executed that you tremble with fear at the thought of entering another book’s pages. Scared nothing ever might satiate you the way her musings have nourished every part of you.
Duet for Three Hands and the masterfully chosen words which dance upon its pages serve as a reminder. A reminder to not be afraid to walk down the street naked and let everyone stare. A reminder that fighting for what feels right in your heart is worth losing everything. A reminder that what is most important in this world is love and happiness and friends. A reminder that sometimes people surprise us in the most beautiful and unexpected of ways.
Tears trickled down the side of my face when I reached the end of this road. Not because the story left me feeling sad or disappointed, no. Rather, because I already missed them. My friends. Though it isn’t goodbye, but see you later. And so I will sit impatiently waiting, with desperate eagerness to hear where life has taken you, what burdens have you downtrodden, and what triumphs warm your heart. And in the meantime, I will go out and live, keeping your lessons and friendship and love close, the light to guide me through any darkness.
And to the author I say thank you. My heart, my soul – all of me – needed these words, these friends, this love. I am forever changed by the beauty of your talent....more
This book started off a little slow and I almost gave up on it, but I am glad I didn't. The book is beautifully rendered and very touching. I think IThis book started off a little slow and I almost gave up on it, but I am glad I didn't. The book is beautifully rendered and very touching. I think I would have preferred the written book as opposed to the audiobook (the narrators voices were not my favorite). For me, I struggled more with the portions dealing with Molly's story (the modern day orphan). But, all in all, the story in its entirety was one of strength and human resilience, and the ending definitely left your soul feeling satiated....more
Broken Places is so raw and real and poignant that it hurts in the most painful of ways. And you don’t have to be a survivor of sexual abuse to feel iBroken Places is so raw and real and poignant that it hurts in the most painful of ways. And you don’t have to be a survivor of sexual abuse to feel it. Because everyone can relate to the brutally honest emotions which have been bled out onto the page. Her stained canvas paints for us a story of strength and promise.
Thompson’s words are the needle which inject us into her veins. And we float in the crimson river of her pain and heartache. And then she opens her heart and graciously and courageously invites us in. Exposes the most intimate part of herself to us.
Broken Places is not something which is read. It is something we experience. And the experience is, I know, unique to all of us. Because each of us has lived a different life, and yet the same one. Because none of us is a stranger to pain. And Thompson, through her story, reminds us of this. She pulls our pain out of us. Makes it bubble to the surface. But the trigger is a beautiful reminder. A reminder of what all of us have been through. A reminder that, like her, we are all… survivors. And even more than that, that we are never alone. And even more than even that, that our story can (and will) help others.
But the story isn’t like we are crawling inside of a deep and never-ending black tunnel, no. Even in the most painful of parts, there is something which glimmers off in the distance. Like a beautifully golden thread intricately weaved into a stunning tapestry, her soul, though no stranger to darkness, shines and sparkles. Her story a testament to strength. A reminder to all of us to never give up and to never let our tragic experiences define and cripple us. A reminder to keep living.
Thompson is a beautiful writer. A beautiful human. She’s taken something ugly and done something beautiful – helped others. A person and author you want to know. A person and author you need to know.
If I were to hope for any book to be read by all, this would be the one. The world needs real stories. Stories that hurt. Because in pain we grow. As people. As a society.
After I turned the last page and my face was stained with tears, I whispered my first review to the author. It was a short one. And it is with these two words that I will end my review here…