I finished the book. I’m not sure I liked it. Except page 32 Parts of chapter 15 it was a fraudulent synopsis. If I were a story, I’m not sure I’d like it. Except a paragraph or so that whisper, for once it’s ok to stop and stare at me, but never let your heart be still. Over so many beautiful blank pages, words become nothing more than little stones in my shoe. It's the small things, that write the story of an unintentional life.