Lily Wolf Word's Pages
- About Lily Wolf Words
- Writing Bio
- Im Not Weird, I Have SPD
- Don't Rush Me
- Not Just Spirited
- Dark Water
- Blackbird Flies
- Just Shut Up and Drive
- Passing Loop
- White Elephants
- Out Of Sync
- Print Magazines
- Special Interviews
- Online Work
- Chynna's Gift of Reading
- Resources for SPD, Mental/Emotional Disorders and Other Special Needs
Thursday, May 9, 2019
In The Spotlight ~ A Review of The War That Saved My Life
Hi everyone. I know it has been awhile. We've had a lot going on around here but we're still kicking strong.
So, for today, my sweet baby mini-me, Sophie, is doing her own book review of The War That Saved My Life. I am so proud of her. She has no fear of expressing her feelings and opinions. I truly hope she aspires others to do the same. This is a post about family loyalty...for what it really is...love and respect. I am so proud of my baby girl.
The War That Saved My Life is about this little ten-year-old girl named Ada who has a clubfoot. She has never left her apartment. Her mean mam does not let her go outside because she is too humiliated by her foot. But one day, when her little brother, Jaimie, is sent out of London to escape the war, Ada sneaks out with him. Ada and Jamie get forced to live with a woman named Susans smith. Ada does not like her all that much. But Susan has way more money than their Mam. At Susan's house, Ada learned how to ride a pony name Butler, read, write and she watched for spies. Eventually, Ada begins to trust Susan. And Susan, who once only had herself to care for, begins to love both Ada and Jamie.
(I would like to tell you more, but I don't want to spoil the ending. But this is definitely a book you want to read. I loved it a lot and I'm sure you will too.)
I, personally, love this book because things are so terrible for this little girl but they start to get better. Like, for example, last year my mom was in the hospital for almost a month. It was hard for me because she was the one who cared for us when my dad was at work. And when she was gone, it was just me, my two sisters and my brother. Dad was there too but was almost always at work. And not only was it hard for me, but it was also hard for her. She missed my Birthday, my sister's Grade Nine graduation and my brother's Grade Six graduation. She wanted to be there so bad, but, unfortunately, couldn't. She missed me so much and I missed her so much. But the happiest day of my life was when I came home from school one day and saw my mom sitting on the couch. We both ran to each other and hugged.
The point of my review is that things might be bad. Things might be terrible. But...just wait. Things will get better. It might take time, but trust me, they will get better.
Be yourself, love yourself and remember...things will always get better.