It is absolutely no wonder white Americans are so quick to blame people of color for the struggles in their lives, considering what we’re taught in schools. (Before anyone decides to cry out “not all white people”, you should know that I’m white, so I’m aware that not all white people think this way, just enough to make it a big fucking problem with our society.) (Also, there’s a link in that first sentence, in case you can’t tell.)
Last train to dementia.
My father’s mother and my husband’s maternal grandmother both passed away last year. They suffered from dementia and Alzheimer’s, respectively. It was just as painful for me to watch my grandmother waste away into a shadow of her former self as it was to have the same conversations with my husband’s grandmother knowing she would never know me for more than minutes at a time. I got that same sadness to a lesser degree while reading Sir Terry Pratchett’s latest Discworld book.
Beautiful girl, lovely dress, high school smiles, oh yes.
It’s a good book, but I wish it didn’t have to go there. There is a spoiler involved in this review, but I put it at the end, so you should be safe as long as you heed my warning. (That first sentence is a link, by the way. I don’t know why they don’t show up as such on the main page, I seem to remember them showing up last year.)
Here I go again on my own.
Going down the only Road I’ve ever known! I know, I know, that was super cheesy. But, if you’d read this book, you’d want to find some sort of humor, too. (Apparently, you have to click through to view just this post to click on the link to my review.)