gift 1: a notable capacity or talent 2: something voluntarily transferred by one person to another 3: the act, right or power of giving
After feasting, exchanging presents and walking a couple of times on brilliant winter beaches, I was home again this weekend. And my gift to myself was time to read one of my presents, The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson.
I had put it on my wish list after it was recommended by Beth Revis, who paid homage here to fiction that inspired her own work.
I don't want to spoil this story for anyone, so I won't give the mystery away. Jenna awakens from a long coma and searches to recover who she was. She struggles to define words and relationships. I suspected the secret long before she did but that didn't matter, because the story is about her peeling away layers of concealment to discover the truth. It is about ethics and fierce parental love. It's learning to be comfortable in your skin, no matter how different you are.
I consider this book a gift from the author, who has written a story that is as thought-provoking and meaningful as it is entertaining, and I thank Beth for noting it and my daughter for giving it to me. Consider gifting this to yourself.
While on the subject of gifts, I can't let this go by. My friend, Donna, gave me one of the neatest surprises of my life. She found old nesting boxes at an estate sale and filled them with goodies, including books and oddments addressed to the main characters of two of my novels-in-progress. I had a most glorious time discovering what was hidden in the boxes, which, by the way, deserve a story of their own. Flash fiction, perhaps?
And I have more good reading! What can be better than that? Hope you have had a grand time whatever you did, wherever you are.