by Lisa Jackson
Her:
'Pescoli sighed. You know, you get pregnant and bring home a baby, this precious, innocent little bit of life whose whole future is in your hands, and you think, "I'm gonna do everything right for this kid. I'm going to be the best damn mother he could want, and his little life is going to be perfect. I'll make sure of it." He's little and sweet and inquisitive and crazy about you and .... then life happens to the kid. Little things like scraped knees and slivers and forgotten homework assignments. Then bigger things like being bullied on the playground and getting grounded'
Me:
then he's twelve and obnoxious and angry at the world and directs it all at you.
A mystery thriller about a serial killer, with the above parenting insight that I can relate too. I couldn't put this book down, and I am now anxiously awaiting Chosen to Die to become available at the library, so I can see how it ends.
Nick is so difficult right now. He's rude, loud, unkind, lazy, destructive, and oozing anger. I have to keep reminding myself that I was that way once, and it is a stage that he will outgrow.
In the book, the obnoxious children are going to regret being so nasty to their mother since she's been taken by the serial killer. I don't want anything like that to happen to me, but I do wish that Nick would actually consider my feelings too. A little appreciation for all I do for him would be nice too.
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