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329 pages, Nook
First published December 24, 2012
“Freedom is just that. Absolutely no restrictions. I abandoned myself to every whim I felt. Every want I fulfilled and every disire was quenched. I wanted for nothing.
Except attention.”
“I stood in front of the mirror and took a good hard look. I was as bare as I could make myself, no make up with wet, stringy hair. I hated to look at myself in this state. I didn’t feel real. I felt too exposed and that made me exceedingly nervous, but I made myself look that morning. I memorized that girl. That girl was the real me. Frightened. Worthless. A terrible friend. Terrible daughter. Well educated but so limited in ideas worth having. Beautiful yet repulsive… And finally honest.”
“It was like my body knew instantly that he was mine and that I was his.”
“And what is there to be joyful about?”… Another burst of silent tears streamed down.
“Life, Sophie. They still live. They breathe, they love each other, they find joy in the world around them for no other reason than because they are children. They are resiliant. They will always rise above. Always.”
“It’ll be all right,” Ian assured me.
“How do you know?” I asked when he revved the engine.
“I don’t,” he said, “but I’ll protect you.”
“I’m so deep there’s no getting out for me. You own me, you know?”
...Every want I fulfilled and every desire was quenched. I wanted for nothing.
Except attention.
EXHILARATING. AMAZING. WONDERFUL. SMARTLY WRITTEN. BLOODY BRILLIANT!!!
Vanity’s a debilitating affliction. You’re so absorbed in yourself it’s impossible to love anyone other than oneself, leaving you weak without realization of it. It’s quite sad. You’ve no idea what you’re missing either. You will never know real love and your life will pass you by. But you will see. One day you will blink and the haze will dissipate. You’ll discover that what once defined you has wilted into graying hair and wrinkled skin. Frantic, you’ll glance around yourself, in hopes of finding those you swore adored you, but all you will find is empty picture frames.
“The shortest distance between two points is the line from me to you.”
All the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captains’ worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They’ll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away.
Vanity’s a debilitating affliction. You’re so absorbed in yourself it’s impossible to love anyone other than oneself, leaving you weak without realization of it. It’s quite sad. You’ve no idea what you’re missing either. You will never know real love and your life will pass you by.
But you will see.
One day you will blink and the haze will dissipate. You’ll discover that what once defined you has wilted into graying hair and wrinkled skin. Frantic, you’ll glance around yourself, in hopes of finding those you swore adored you, but all you will find is empty picture frames.
Everything I owned was skin tight because I had the body for it, and because it always got me what I wanted. I loved the way the boys stared. I loved the way they wanted me. It felt powerful.
My goal in life was to rule my tiny, elite world, so I did. I manipulated, used, disrespected and took advantage of every person I called friend.I pulled and played with their puppet strings. I was the ultimate puppeteer. I was cruel and unrelenting.
I rule this roost because I’m the most wanted by all the guys, and all the girls want to be my friend because of it......I was the queen of subtlety. I could play a boy like a concert violinist. I was a master of my craft.
I’m beautiful.....My lips were full and pink enough that I didn’t need much color....My light gold eyes were the color of amber and were perfect...I was practically flawless.
I was my own worst enemy. That was my secret weakness. Rejection.
Freedom is just that. Absolutely no restrictions. I abandoned myself to every whim I felt. Every want I fulfilled and every desire was quenched. I wanted for nothing.
Except attention.
I was “the green fairy.” I flitted into your life, showed you ecstasy, and left you dependent. I did this for fun, for the hell of it, for attention. I wanted to be wanted, and my word, did they want me. Did they ever.
“Keep appearances, Sophie Price, and I’ll reward you handsomely,” my father said to me starting at fifteen.
Life will continue on. Everyone will continue their worship of you. Just keep up appearances. Just keep up.
He smiled the largest smile I’d ever seen and I wondered what had made this guy so happy.
I couldn’t help myself. “You’re quite animated, and why are you so happy today?” “I am happy every day, Miss. I am alive and working. I have a roof. I can feed my brothers and sisters. I am very, very happy.”
“Dingane,” I repeated out loud. “What kind of name is that?”
“It’s Din-John-E,” a deep voice interrupted and my head shot up.
Struck. Speechless.
A deep, punching sensation washed over my entire body and I almost fell to my knees at the powerful impression. My breaths became labored and I fought for a clear head. A balmy, scorching but unbelievably ecstasy-ridden awareness swam through my body. An exhilarating, pleasant haze settled over me and it... Burned. So. Good.
He was the complete opposite of what I’d always imagined I’d be the most attracted to. Straight black hair met his chin but was tucked behind his ears, cerulean blue eyes stared at me strangely, his full bottom lip separated from his upper lip in question. He was looking down a straight Roman nose at me and his square jaw was clenched.
I’d never known a person could be this drawn to another human being, especially a complete stranger.
How can someone bug the shit out of you so much yet simultaneously cause you to want to know them intimately with your tongue? He was driving me crazy.
I’d never seen such purely happy people in my entire life. They screamed with joy, jumped and dived, splashed and played with one another. They had this moment and they were ecstatic. They had this simple joy and it was free.
“And what is there to be joyful about?” I asked honestly, thinking on the images of dead children curled into themselves at the village. Another burst of silent tears streamed down.
“Life, Sophie. They still live. They breathe, they love each other, they find joy in the world around them for no other reason than because they are children. They are resilient. They will always rise above. Always....."
I'd discovered that the sun equated happiness. Its bright and lovely existence was hope incarnate. It exposed the dark, brought forth the light and showed you that no matter how strong or oppressive the night was, that it was infinitely stronger, exponentially more substantial and just because you couldn't see it with your eyes, didn't mean it wasn't still with you, that you couldn't feel it or that it wouldn't come back for you. It was stalwart and constant. It was infinite.
“Your heart is startlingly beautiful, Sophie,” he stated after a brief moment of fixed gazes.
No one is more aware of themselves as these children are. They have nothing, have no one but us, have seemingly no reason to be hopeful... yet they are. They choose to be happy even though the obviously easier choice would be to be frightened or sad and they have real reason to be those things as well. But they have life and faith and hope and love and they choose those things. Their innocence is addicting, their hope is catching and I’m happy to be surrounded by them.”
My eyes closed when he pulled the bands holding both braids and they slipped off into his hands. His fingers deftly freed both plaits painfully slowly all the way to the top of my head. Finally, I felt his fingers sift through the length to the ends.
“It’s the favorite part of my day.”
My eyes opened lazily. “What do you mean?” I whispered.
“When you undo them and run your hands throughout the waves. That’s my favorite part of the day.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, bringing my face near his. “It’s not enough, but I have to say it. Thank you for saving my life.”
“Feel this,” he told me before letting his fingertips flow like water over the curves of my hand laying flat on the sofa, out of sight.
I smiled at him and we stood quietly, our hands on one another as if we were both awakening to whatever it was that was surrounding us both then. It was written all over us. There was something practically tangible there, like a ray of sun, warming us through to our souls. You could see it, you could feel it, but you couldn’t quite capture it in your hands. That didn’t mean it wasn’t there though. Oh, it was there and it weighed a thousand delicious pounds.
I let that pressure inundate me, let it tether me to him.
“The shortest distance between two points is the line from me to you.”
Soph,......I breath just to be near you ~ Ian
“You may have misery,” she continued, ignoring my plea, “you may lose hope in the sorrow of an unplanned life but as long as you have faith and trust in adoration, in affection, in love, that sorrow will turn to happiness. And that is a constant, dear.” She breathed deeply and steadily for a moment, seemingly catching her breath.
“No one can know sincere happiness, Sophie, without first having known sorrow. One can never appreciate the enormity and rareness of such a fiery bliss without seeing misery, however unfair that may be...."
“God, you are such a whiny brat. If he was willing to cheat on you so easily, he wasn't worth it. Consider it a favor.”
“You need to change and soon, or you will be beyond salvaging.”
"That’s when I saw them, noticed what Dingane was trying to prepare me for. Children, all ages, missing arms, eyes, parts of their faces, even legs. I held back my gasp and met Dingane’s eyes. They were warm and full of understanding but for the children only. He looked at me sternly and his eyes conveyed what he wanted me to do.
I looked down on them, half-smiling, trying so very hard to look sincere when all I wanted to do was run and lock myself away from their terribly shocking faces. I had never in my life thought humans could endure such physical damage and survive."
“Their innocence is addicting, their hope is catching and I'm happy to be surrounded by them.”
“You won’t last out here. You’ll stay blind to the environment that surrounds you. You’ll live in your clean, perfect bubble and return to your posh life come six months. You are....you. I know your kind. I’ve seen it all before. You will never wake up. Not really,”
“I’m just-I was quick to judge. I was wrong when I thought you couldn’t change. So few can do it.”
“You think I’ve changed?”
“Soph,” he said quietly, reaching for me, but I refused to budge. “You’ve been transformed for a while.”
“You have no idea what you do to me. I've felt things for you these past few months that don't seem healthy. I've wanted you so desperately I'm afraid it may not be natural. You consume my thoughts, Sophie...You've arrested my senses and I can't seem to get enough of you. That's what scares me. I'm so deep there's no getting out for me. You own me, you know?”
If you’re looking for a story about a good, humble girl, who’s been hurt by someone she thought she could trust, only to find out she’s not as vulnerable as she thought she was and discovers an empowering side of herself that falls in love with the guy who helps her find that self, blah, blah, blah...then you’re gonna’ hate my story.
“No one can know sincere happiness, Sophie, without first having known sorrow. One can never appreciate the enormity and rareness of such a fiery bliss without seeing misery, however unfair that may be.”
“I stood in front of the mirror and took a good hard look. I was as bare as I could make myself, no makeup with wet, stringy hair. I hated to look at myself in this state. I didn’t feel real. I felt too exposed and that made me exceedingly nervous, but I made myself look that morning. I memorized that girl. That girl was the real me. Frightened. Worthless. A terrible friend. Terrible daughter. Well educated but so limited in ideas worth having. Beautiful yet repulsive...”
“… what is there to be joyful about?”
“Life, Sophie. They still live. They breathe, they love each other, they find joy in the world around them for no other reason than because they are children. They are resilient. They will always rise above. Always. It is a curious facet of the innocent young.”
“Fear, sadness. They’re not weaknesses. They are overpowering, defining emotions. They make you human, Sophie.”
“Men wanted me. They all did, however briefly, but none of them wanted to keep me. That’s what I needed. I needed to be owned, loved. But not by a man. I knew then that I never needed to be kept by a man. What I needed was to love myself, to want to keep myself around. And in that revelation, I knew that if I wanted to keep myself, that a man wanting to keep me would just be a by-product. Who wouldn’t want to keep someone who respected himself or herself?”
“If we don’t make out of this alive, Sophie Price, I want you to know that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. You’re it for me.”
"Why are you so happy?" "I am happy every day, Miss. I am alive and working. I have a roof. I can feed my brothers and sisters. I am very, very happy."
"Promise me you'll give it all to God and let Him decide it for you. He'll gift you no regrets."
"I was "the green fairy". I flitted into your life, showed you ecstasy, and left you dependent. I did this for fun, for the hell of it, for attention. I wanted to be wanted, and my word, did they want me."
"Like I said, I was practically flawless."
"They choose to be happy even though the obviously easier choice would be to be frightened or sad and they have real reason to be those things as well. But they have life and faith and hope and love and they choose those things. Their innocence is addicting, their hope is catching and I'm happy to be surrounded by them."
"I wasn't crying for myself. I was crying for the innocents."
… “Freedom is just that. Absolutely no reservations. I abandoned myself to every whim I felt. Every want I fulfilled and every desire was quenched. I wanted for nothing....Except attention.”I suppose the choices you make really are what defines you. Within the first few pages I found Sophie Price to be all she describes herself to be and more. She’s the top chic with her peeps and everyone follows her lead. She’s incredibly beautiful, deeply shallow and you’ll not find a loyal bone in her self-centered existence. All the girls want to be her friend and she can “play a boy like a concert violinist.” Indeed, she was a master of her craft. She and her friends all live among the elite rich, using Daddy’s money without a second thought. Their superficial life is very well depicted.
... That girl was the real me. Frightened. Worthless. A terrible friend. Terrible daughter. Well educated but so limited in ideas worth having. Beautiful yet repulsive...and finally honest.”Her parents may have given her everything that money can buy, but they failed miserably in providing her a loving, nourishing relationship. Ignoring her completely, her father’s only request is that she “keep appearances” and in doing so, he rewards her well. And now, she’s realizing her materialistic existence has trapped her in a life she doesn’t quite know how to free herself from.
... “How can I remove myself from the toxicity when I was the main component in the vile concoction that was our lives?”...After one too many parties and a brush with the law, Sophie is found guilty of a crime and sentenced to six months work at a children’s orphanage in Uganda. There, among the harshness and realities of life, where money is non-existent and survival is the key aspect of the day, Sophie’s life takes a drastic turn and she will NEVER be the same!
...“And just like that, Ian Aberdeen rushed me. He grabbed my face and neck with his rough hands and brought me to him, practically lifting me to his lips. He devoured my mouth with his and I moaned into his mouth, spurring him on. His tongue found mine and it was warm and tasted of cinnamon...”The horrors of the plight of the children whose lives have been irrevocably changed or destroyed by the atrocities committed by the LRA (Lord’s Resistance Army) are very well imparted. The living conditions and dangers surrounding Masego, the children’s orphanage, gives insightful information and is heart wrenching. I liked how the author gave just enough details without taking me into complete darkness. The adage, “no words,” certainly describes my feelings for quite a few of the scenes. It appears Sophie does have a heart and is deeply affected.
... “I turned my head toward the window and let the tears fall freely, the most I’d ever allowed, and the absolutely only time I’d ever cried and had a genuine right to. ...Because I wasn’t crying for myself. I was crying for the innocents.”In addition to a hero/heroine that I love, the author gives well fleshed characters, a captivating and enlightening story, a cast of secondary characters whom I adored, as well as a mix of lovely children who stole my heart forever! I even came to love the old baobab tree that offered a perfect place for the children to play. I became aware of the things I take for granted in my life as well as those that are easily accessible such as electricity, medicine, and even immunizations.