destroyed

i went to go read my copy of Dragonspell by Donita K Paul. and it is completely torn up. i cover is if the book is in two and all dirty......................... i guess reading a book 32 time can do that no?? i finished Karen Hancock's books and really wish she would write another.. 10 days and this princess will get another book. some times i began to wonder what is it like to be another person and then i say i'm good being me. i feel at times like the mother of my friends and then my niece begins to call me Mama again and i smile because that is my calling. it is nice to be wanted. and loved. some times i wonder how Job(from the bible ) was able to praise in all things and then i see its not at all too hard.
story:
Kimberly sat oh the chair hard. She felt as if she'd just had the breath slapped from her. "he..he.that," She had never felt so lost. "how could he just up and leave? i mean we were in love it must have been his fat..."
"KIMBERLY," Kim shot up she stood strait. Her father strutted in.
"Yes father?"
"That creep, Da..Dam.....Dan.... whatever his name said he hates you and NEVER wants to see you again."
"Danny... he said that?" kim held back the tears. she had learned long ago, that the men in her family hated tears. her bed ridden Great-Grandfather, David, had always said it was weakness. her Grandfather who was still kicking as well said the same. her father and five elder brothers always agreed.
She'd never had female companionship except her maid, Petal. her mother had died giving birth to her younger brother and sister who died 2 months later from the green fever, and because she had cried that night she lost her brother and sister she had been beaten with a wip for her weakness. it had happened every time for 3 years then when she reached her 12 birthday it stopped only because she hadn't cried in a while.
People said she would only become a bitter, old hag. As aways though she was sweet and kind. she never said a sour word of any one. it was her nature.
"yes thats his name."
"i see father. if i may can grandfather and Kaleb teach me how to use a sword? we just finished my lessons on using a bow... knife, hatchet, and well what ever i can see to use even my own hands." she was going out on thin ice by adding, " thats why Kaleb had a black eye by the way. father."
Her father stood mouth agape. all he could do was nod yes.
i know i kinda left hannging..

Im finding that summer rocks! i forgot what it was like just to sit around and read. i've been reading another of my favorite authors. her name is Karen Hancock and she is brilliant! i love the way that she always has Christens looking in them selfs for the light of Christ. to tell you the truth it had brought me, way, closer to the lord. ive been trying to get my self to sit and write but i think i have a big problem of just sitting there thinking... at least at the moment... i find that my family is VERY, VERY annoying at times and then i think about it and say... thank you lord i am soo blessed.