I do not make promises I cannot keep.
Let me clarify, lest you think me noble in saying so.
I do not make promises at all.
Because I cannot keep what was never mine to take. And time--the future--has no owner. It is our master and we are its slaves. Funny how we treat it as though we hold the leash, when in truth it is time that binds our hands.
And so, I do not promise you a happy ending. Find another book with a different title. This one is called finding light--not keeping it.
Claire Blanchard finds her light, in the eyes of a lost boy, in the heart of a town on the banks of the St. Lawrence River. Relatively unremarkable to the passerby, Kamouraska was like any other--a series of old, wooden homes, lining the edges of paved streets that led up a series of steep hills. Farms encircled the entirety of the village, and the youth found little that sparked their interest.
Except each other, that is.
Because in this unremarkable village, there was a boy and a girl, and as all tales of romance go, there was a beginning and an end to their love, which was not so unremarkable.
But let us take this chapter by chapter, shall we?
YOU ARE READING
Finding Light
RomanceWithout darkness, we could not see the stars. Without darkness, we could not know The importance of light. Without darkness, we would never see what we had lost, when it was found again.
