The Boots My Mother Gave Me
Well… I went off the “track” again. I actually backtracked to one of my older TBR lists and pulled out a book that I had a feeling would be “rich” in heart and content. I’ve had this one for what seems like forever now, have had some solid recommendations for it, and I gotta say folks, the writing, and the heartfelt thought processes are absolutely in tune with that depth that I’m looking for. I haven’t read the synopsis so I have no real clue what I’m in for.
Do you ever read a book that you’re enjoying, where the writing is resonant, and yet, you have no clue where it’s really going? THIS is that book, for me. I can’t tell if I’m in for something scary or sad or just one of those BIG life-tales that will make my heart swell in the end. Maybe all of the above? Either way, this is what I’m currently reading (I’m halfway through it and really enjoying it).
So let’s check out the synopsis, while I’m here…
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to walk through life in someone else’s shoes?
Strong-willed tomboy Harley LeBeau puts you in the boots her mother gave her, as she takes you along her journey of escape from an abusive childhood and the desire to find herself as she comes of age. Made to feel a burden to her father simply by her gender, Harley is determined to prove her worth and independence, leaving the small town she grew up in and the one boy who gave her a soft place to fall, Jeremiah Johnson. Torn between saving herself and abandoning her mother and younger sister, Harley chooses her own life in hopes they will choose theirs, too.
Ohhhhh yes. Her father is a monster. And sometimes not. And despite the mostly “monster” version that she lived with, she still catches herself wanting his approval. *nods* This book is good.