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A couple weeks ago, pretty much right after a relative passed away, a book I ordered came in the mail. That  book was called The Winter Rose , by Jennifer Donnelly and it was probably one of the most perfect books I've ever read in my whole entire life of reading books. This book had romance. It had devious criminals and politicians. Criminals and politicians= deceit and life long secrets. It had a strong lead character...characters. Since this was the second in a trilogy, I've "missed out" on the first book...but oh well, that book and the last book are coming in the mail soon, thanks to Amazon.com. According to a certain bookseller, the first book was out of print. They were pretty WRONG. So those books better come quickly...or I'll be bored out of my mind waiting for the shuttle at school and while waiting for the train that always seems to leave as soon as I get to the station. But anyway... When I first started reading (because I read the summary on the bac...

I keep on thinking to myself: You're sure she's not just sleeping? You're sure she's not just in the hospital? Are you sure? Are you sure you're sure? But you saw what you saw and that was that coffin going into the ground with her body in it and everyone threw roses and carnations into the grave five feet under ground... It really hasn't sunk in, has it? I'm going on with my life, and I think about you more than I have in the past couple years- because I took you for granted. I always thought you would live to see all your grandchildren get into their 30s. I always thought you'd be there to watch me get married; to fix my wedding gown; to watch ME...us... live our lives. To be there to babysit your great-grand-kids like you babysat your grandkids...me. My brother. My cousins. I can't help but think about all the things you did for me; like the things I said in the last entry. Teaching me little bits of Tagalog. Helping me with my homework...cooking...