Feeling Accomplished
Finished a 373 paged book in approximately 5-6 hours.
Started today, finished today. =w=
Small things like that make me so proud of myself. Mostly because reading seems to be the only thing I'm good at, orz.
It was a really nice book.
The Weight of Silence by Heather Gudenkauf.
Here's the summary from the back of the book:
"It happens quitely one August morning. As dawn's shimmering light drenches the humid Iowa air, two families awaken to find their little girls have gone missing in the night.
Seven-year-old Calli Clark is sweet, gentle, a dreamer who suffers from selective mutism brought on by tragedy that pulled her deep into silence as a toddler. Calli's mother, Antonia, tried to be the best mother she could within the confines of marriage to a mostly absent, often angry husband. Now, though she denies that her husband could be involved in the possible abductions, she fears her decision to stay in her marriage has cost her more than her daughter's voice.
Petra Gregory is Calli's best friend, her soul mate and her voice. But neither Petra nor Callie has been heard from since their disappearance was discovered. Desperate to find his child, Martin Gregory is forced to confront a side of himself he did not know existed beneath his intellectual, professorial demeanor.
Now these families are tied by the question of what happened to their children. And the answer is trapped in the silence of unspoken family secrets."
I admit, the summary isn't all that appealing, at least to me. Nowadays, there are far too many books with summaries about secrets and dark pasts, and usually anytime I see those words I put the book right back on the shelf. But I find the title beautiful. And the cover is really nice too.
I loved it, honestly. I want a movie (a good one, goddammit), cause I'm sure it'd make me get all teary and shit. Annnggssst.