Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
"My Heart Stopped Beating" is the story of a young woman who never seems to be able to catch a break. First her own mother doesn't seem to like her very much. Her father is her life-line. When both parents die in a car accident, "Chamed," as the author is known, is sent to live with family members. There she suffers horrible abuses. The story just keeps going from there.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
The following is an excerpt from the book "My Heart Stopped Beating," the story of a young woman struggling with abuse that seems to follow her from one place to another. Watch for my review coming tomorrow!
When Patti came to visit us, she looked at me with contempt, she sat sadly in a corner of the sofa, I smiled at her
fondly, she looked at me and started talking with a hoarse and thick voice, full of indignation. Her face, pale and dejected, her eyes like a cat, she stared long at me.
I could not escape the stare of those eyes. Within them there was a contempt incomprehensible to me, I did not understand its origin. A hatred that penetrated through me and tore me like a blade. She used to tell me that I looked like my father. She always reminded me that I was not like other girls. I said nothing, out of respect. She
repeated, “Who has bread has no teeth.”
At that time, I could not understand. Now it all comes to light. I also understand why my cousin has the same name as my father.
I could not imagine her not being angry, when she came to visit us and brought her daughter Michel with her. She
kicked me and screamed, “You’re a cripple, handicapped.”
I answered by agreeing with her in a soft voice, to acknowledge the truth. Mom wished me always to show respect.
Sometimes I thought of dying sooner than my parents! “I don’t want to, I would cause my parents pain.”
As for myself, I grew up bearing insults and humiliations for my illness. I’m living years of my life that would never
have been without the help of my father.
I remember the day when I said to Mom, “I must show you something, sit down and watch carefully!”
Dad helped me get up, I removed the device from my leg, leaned, and, step-by-step, I began to walk without any help or braces.
When I finished making the rounds of the room, Mom was stunned. She burst into tears.
“Why are you crying?” I asked.
My father looked at me. “She’s happy, it’s normal to cry.”
Book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYhOBmDJkdU