Friday, February 13, 2015

Review: Peter and Alice

It was late. I meant to go to bed… after page one. 

Nearly two hours later I finally set the book down and dried my tears. I didn't sleep well this night. I cried for the tragic of their reality. My heart ached for the childhood that seemed to be slipping away from my own life. I felt sad for growing up. I felt sad for being sad. But I was contempt to be “feeling”.

This is a lovely, even though tragic, romance. It brings to memory everything one knows about childhood, adulthood, lies and truths, expectations, and realities.