Life After Death by TJ Graham is a story of a woman named Mackenzie Hill. Inspite of the recent death of her loving husband, she works hard to win a journalism award and raises three kids alone. She continues missing her husband. Sex crimes detective Keith Wilson is attracted towards Mackenzie. Though she rejects his invitations on a dinner date initially, she gives in but they part ways due to some differences. Dr. Andre Lang is a doctor who moves to Atlants to start afresh after the terrible murder of his wife and daughter. Mackenzie falls in love with Andre after few meetings. Little did Andre know that his past has never left him alone and now that the killer of his wife and daughter is after Mackenzie and her daughter.
The story is about the turn of events and if and how Andre saves Mackenzie from the killer. The story is engaging. Mackenzie’s character is very well built. I personally didn’t like the ending but after all, not all love stories have a happy ending, right?
Howz your day going? I’m sure most of you are snuggled into a corner on a comfy couch holding your book in one hand and a hot cuppa coffee in another. That’s how I spend most of my days. Today when I woke up to the prickling rays of the hot sun, I wanted to ditch my daily chores and drown in the pages of my latest read. I didn’t know if I loved reading or if I was ADDICTED. I wondered why I enjoy the company of books more than humans, why I preferred the fantasy world in the books to the real world I’m living in. From my early childhood, I remember that my favorite pastime is reading books. I rarely went outside to play with friends. I read almost every book from my school library and my town library. My mom would bring me more books and I would read them within 2-3 days.
I guess I found it interesting living through the lives of the characters in the book. Books also gave me loads of information and I call it knowledge. I knew how it was during the world war, what it was like being a refugee, how to build a tent and why is plastic dangerous to our ecosystem, just by sitting at home. My addiction was fueled by the books my mom bought me almost every other week. She was a reader, too and I wonder if reading got into me by genes.
During my adolescence, I guess no friend could clear my doubts like books did. I found not one but so many best friends in books.
I developed a huge urge for traveling and I would blame it on my books. The more I read, the more I wanted to travel to new places. Since I had no luxury to do that, I read even more books to compensate my urge… hahhha…. vicious cycle… isn’t it?
Anyways, now I’m not a book-worm anymore, I would call myself a book dragon, if at all there exists a word like that. Now I wish I knew all the languages in this world so that I could read books from every language that is known. See what I mean when I call myself a book dragon? LOL!
Please share your stories, tell me why you got so addicted to books, what was that first book that made you want to read more and more… I’ll look forward to hearing from you. Got to go, I’ve got a book to finish.
Hi Readers, How is your weekend going?
Today, I burnt my hand pretty badly because I was so immersed in my book while cooking, I touched a hot pan. Ouch! Yeah, it happens very often and my partner gave me an earful. He asked me why I can’t keep my book aside atleast when I am dealing with fire. Poor guy, he doesn’t understand my obsession. I am sure.. my fellow book worms know what I mean.
I do almost every task while reading. I read while I brush. I bet you could find smudges of toothpaste on most of my books. I read while I eat. Yeah.. there were few instances where I ate chillies because I was busy reading to notice what’s going into my mouth. My mom used to give me hard stares when I bring a book to the dining table, but eventually, she stopped bothering.
I read in the late nights because the characters in my book might do something overnight. Sleep can wait, don’t you think?
I read while I poop. What? Yeah, I am not gonna waste those precious few minutes doing nothing in the bathroom. I can definitely finish up 3-4 pages in that time. 😁
I read while I commute. I read while chopping, walking, talking, drinking and thinking. that’s very obvious given my obsession.
Please share your views and tell me about your obsession of reading. After all, we all are birds of same feather. Cheers!