Synopsis
Camilla Dickinson shares the complex story of her life with granddaughter Raffi, whose father’s erratic behavior and insinuating remarks have prompted her to question her identity. The choices, actions, and sufferings of previous generations, and their far-reaching ramifications, are brought to light as Camilla and her close friend Luisa share their memories with Raffi. Through the process, Raffi learns not only the facts about herself and her family, but also the truth that love and mercy are stronger than sin and deceit.
Reviewer’s Comments
Marital infidelity and sexual abuse are prominent elements in the history of this family. Sodomy is referred to in plain unvarnished language, and sexual intercourse is called by its most vulgar name in one or two instances. Adultery and abuse are clearly presented as wrong behaviors with tragic repercussions for many more people than those involved in the acts themselves. The underlying theme of the book is how mercy – God’s to mankind, and individuals’ to each other – carries people through tragedy.
This is an intense look at how one person’s actions may affect many others in ways almost beyond imagination, and an amazing confirmation that love covers a multitude of sins. It is thought-provoking and moving, and definitely for a very mature reader.
I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read; books have always been the lenses through which I view the world. The Book, the Word, the Light, brings into being my very faculty of sight. Some books are corrective glasses, clearing up distortions and bringing into focus all things needful for me to see. Others are binoculars, extending my field of vision to identify far off things of which I would otherwise have only blurry glimpses. Certain books are microscopes, showing me minute particulars which despite their seeming smallness are of vital significance. Still others are telescopes, directing my gaze past this finite world to wonders of the great Beyond. Some books are windows, letting light and air into the rooms in which I am too apt to shut myself up. And some are mirrors, holding up before me the honest reflection of my true self which I would not otherwise see.
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