I am on a streak! I have been a bookworm in the past 3 months, reading almost non-stop between books.
Education, a memoir.
It’s amazing how books takes me into journeys that re-visit my past or at least some past, then my own experiences echo with the words, and then construct a visual “reality”. It’s sometimes more vivid than a movie, especially when it touches the deep memories, it mixes with the writer’s – I cannot explain, maybe it is the emotion, the feeling of the moment was relatable. It is healing but disturbing at times. The pain, fear, and frustration, was real, I would hate to be taken back to it, but I am always thankful because those re-visits will eventually heal me. De-sensitization.