Author: Richard Paul Evans
She was my first kiss. My first love. She was a little match girl who could see the future in the flame of a candle. She was a runaway who taught me more about life than anyone has before or since. And when she was gone my innocence left with her.
As I begin to write, a part of me feels as if I am awakening something best left dead and buried, or at least buried. We can bury the past, but it never really dies. The experience of that winter has grown on my soul like ivy climbing the outside of a home, growing until it begins to tear and tug at the brick and mortar.
I pray I can still get the story right. My memory, like my eyesight, has waned with age. Still, there are things that become clearer to me as I grow older. This much I know: too many things were kept secret in those days. Things that never should have been hidden. And things that should have.
Thoughts: I actually had started reading the book about a year ago and then quit. I picked it up this Christmas and was floored by the powerfulness of the book. Excellent read.
Bottom line: Probably one of the better books that I have read by Evans and only hope that I am not disappointed with my next read of his.