Number-one bestselling author
Your sun is
hiding behind a
cloud. I can
see it there,
a muted luminescence,
begging to shine
forth. You bring
joy to others,
even though your
sun is behind
the clouds. Know
that you are
valued and that
you are loved
and that the
world misses your
glow. Remember that
this too shall
pass, that tomorrow
is another day
and that good
things happen; you
just have to
bide your time.
I will wait
for your luminescence
to shine forth
once more, banishing
the clouds, so
that everyone can
see how beautiful
you truly are.
The first time you told me
“I love you.”
something within me came to life.
It was as if a light that had gone out
flickered into being once more.
When I told you
“I love you too.”
the light grew brighter,
filling every fibre of me,
so that the light could only
shine forth for all to see.
People began to remark on
how happy I was, how much
I shone. I knew it was all
because of your love for me
and the love for you
that I carried inside.
As our love has continued to grow,
it’s changed the world within me
and the world around me.
The entire world was brighter,
my spirit was lighter.
You have shown me that
love is not something you do,
it is something you become.
My world has become something
all together more wonderful
because of the love that we have
for each other and I can’t wait
to see what else the world around us
will become because of our
love.
I took a
seat beside her.
The coffee shop
was bustling with
people and the
only empty seat
was beside this
woman. She had
black hair that
framed her face
like a curtain
made of silk
and for a
moment, it looked
as if her
hair was blowing
in the wind.
She was smartly
dressed as if
she had come
right from work.
She looked sad,
removed from the
world around her,
as if there
was a invisible
barrier that she
held between herself
and all of us.
I took my
tea to the
table and sat,
opening my book.
It was at
that moment she
began to cry.
Heaving sobs erupted
out of her
and I watched
as tears started
to pour from
her eyes, leaving
crystal paths in
their wake on
her skin. Others
in the restaurant
sneered at her,
looking at her
with disdain, as
if it was
unacceptable that she
would show her
pain in public.
I did the
only thing I
could think of.
I held out
a packet of
tissues to her.
“Ma’am? Here you go.”
I said softly.
She looked at
me with large
frightened eyes as
if surprised I
was there. She
shook her head.
“I’m okay! I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay!”
I don’t know
if she was
trying to convince
herself of this
or me, but
I held out
the packet of
tissues to her again.
“It’s all right Ma’am. Take them.”
She did with
shaking hands and
blew her nose,
dried her eyes.
She sat there
for a moment
longer and then
got up to
go. Before she
left, she looked
right at me
and her eyes
seemed a little brighter.
“Thank you.”
She whispered. I
watched her go,
hoping that with
my small gesture,
I brought her
some measure of
comfort.
Pardon me while I geek out.
A little over a week ago, I got a message from Penguin Books Canada. You can read the note below. They wanted to know if I’d be interested in something called a #BingeReading box that contained Justin Cronin’s The Passage Trilogy.
I nearly screamed when I got the note. The chance to read The City of Mirrors, months ahead of it’s May 2016 publication date? Sign me up!
I waited with barely suppressed glee for the box to arrive and it finally did today! It was waiting for me when I got home. I knew I was in for a treat when I saw the box.

Anything that came with a #BingeReading sticker on the outside has to be cool right? I carefully opened it and lifted the top.

I spent a few minutes looking through the contents of the box. I took each book out and each item, looking upon the whole thing with something approaching reverence. Of course I took the books out first.

The Passage is one of my all time favourite books. I’ve read it three times and am through 70% of it on my Kindle for a fourth time. I’ve only ever owned the hardcover once and that was given to a friend who I knew would love it as much as I did.

I’ve read The Twelve three times and love it just as much as The Passage. Unlike quite a few trilogies, it doesn’t suffer from middle book syndrome. It’s just as exciting as The Passage and just as breathtaking.

I can’t believe that I have a copy of The City of Mirrors. Isn’t it beautiful? It seems almost unreal to me, holding the book after so long waiting for it. The Twelve was published in 2012. For four years, I’ve wanted to know what happened to Amy and the world that has become infected with virals.
Also in the #BingeReading box were a few things to help me along as I read through the trilogy. There’s candy! Now, those who’ve read The Passage will appreciate the inside joke of the container looking like a prescription bottle. Project Noah anyone?

There’s a book light so I can read well into the night…

A bag of popcorn…

And a can of RedBull just in case I need a little energy boost.

There’s even a totally awesome post card that I’ll be using as a book mark!
I mean, how cool is that? Everything I need to read to my hearts content all in one box! Super cool!!!
However, as much as I want to read the book (like RIGHT NOW!), I’m going to do things the right way and finish reading The Passage and then read The Twelve before I read The City of Mirrors. I want to have the story fresh in my head before I delve into the ending of one of the most epic trilogies ever.
So. Totally. Excited!!!!!
Let the #BingeReading begin!
As a writer,
I look at my life
as an ongoing story,
every life-changing event
as the start of a new chapter,
words spilling across
the paper of my skin.
Until I met you,
my life had become
something of a horror novel,
my body not my own,
my steps unsure,
my thoughts grim and filled
with shadows and all manner
of darkness waiting for me,
both inside and out.
Though I was loved by many,
I felt alone in the world,
carrying only half of a heart
within me, the pages
of the book of me
filled with illegible scribbles
and ink splotches where my pen
was unable to write the words
I wanted to say.
Then I met you.
Slowly, the pages within
started to fill with something
other than darkness,
something other than shadows.
The pages were filled with
stories again rather than
splotches of ink and scribbles.
Your love for me has brought
brightness to my life and
now all the pages I write
glow with a light that is
pure and beautiful.
No longer is the story I tell
one of wanting of needing.
Now it is a story of two hearts
that found each other
despite all odds and
the life we are building together.
You’ve re-written my life
and I won’t skip ahead
to see what’s coming.
I want to experience every moment
with you by my side
and watch as the pages
continue to glow.