Mo Mo Mo itibaren Buda, Beyaz Rusya
Canadian ex-pats living in a Spanish village in the 70's.
I thought this book was fantastic. I can definitely relate to it, because I grew up in a very dysfunctional family. I would also dread hearing the phone ringing late at night, because it meant that I would be sitting in an emergency room with my mom. Still til this day, I panick when I hear the phone ring late at night, and it's been nearly 3 years since she past away. My mother knew I had a weak spot when it came to her and there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her. I sustained alot of physical abuse by my family over the years, and I thought that moving to Texas in 2004 would put an end to all that, but instead I ended up moving my mom with me in 2005. Alot of that still haunts me to this day. My mom was very depressed and would always threatened to take her life away, and she was diagnosed mild schizophrenia in 2006 shortly before being diagnosed with cancer. Reading the part of where your mother was in her final stages my heart melted, because I could relate to those emotions. The feelings I encountered when I found out my mom was dying were a mixture between relief, yet sad that she was leaving me. I was releaved because I no longer had to live the pressured life I was living under my mother's shadow and sad, because she was my one and only friend. All my life she told me that I could not trust anyone but her, and that there was no such thing as friends. She often made my marriage very difficult. It seemed like no matter what I did to make her happy I was never good enough, because she favored my brothers. I was happy that she was no longer living in so much pain, but sad that she was leaving me. I felt like a horrible daughter for not being there every second she needed me during that last year of her life, yet she didn't tell me that she was terminal, in fact she never did tell me. In June of 2008 she told me that her cancer was on remission, so I actually believed her, since I was no longer living close to her, I didn't know what was actually happening to her and she wouldn't let me talk to her doctors. My mom past away quietly October 2008, and she just smiled the entired time I was by her bedside. She had forgotton my name, but days before she closed her eyes and departed she looked at me and called my name. If only I can go back is all I say. If only I would have been the daughter she wanted me to be. I know many times in my heart that I had disappointed her especially when I didn't walk down an aisle dressed in white. I'm glad that you and your sister beat the odds and that you found a place to cherish all those wonderful memories. With lots of tears in my eyes I must say it was a Great Book, I love it!!!!!
I fell in love with the characters of Medicus --but it took some time. They developed slowly, along with the plot. Meanwhile, the mystery here seemed to play second fiddle to the Roman milieu, and the growing attraction between Ruso and Tilla. But I stuck with the book and became more and more absorbed. The author may take a long time to tell a small story, but the three primary characters are so engaging and addictive that I can't wait to read the next installment.