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Til the Well Runs Dry by Lauren Francis-Sharma is literary fiction with a punch. The novel takes place in Trinidad and also in America.The novel is about family. There is Farouk, the father, of Wesley, Patsy, Jacqueline and the baby girl. There is also the mother, Marcia Garcia. Farouk does not live with the family.  Marcia Garcia is with her children through thick and thin. However, when the seemingly most important and emotional event happens to her baby girl she is not there. Marcia Garcia does leave the best instructions she can with Jacqueline in case something unforeseeable happens in the family. This makes sense. Although Jacqueline is not the first born, she is always available to help her mother raise the family. Family roles can not be dictated. Patsy is the first born. She lives her life the way she wants to live it. Patsy is the first of the children to meet failure head-on, and she keep on going. Then, there is Wesley, the brother and son. He takes after Mama Marcia w

"I longed to see Las Cuevas beach and its calm surf, and longed to touch the golden-flowered poui trees that covered the landscape." thecaribbeancurrent.com/the-magnificent-poui-trees/

http://www.bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com "When you die, your spirit wakes in the frozen north, in the City of the Dead, and waits there until someone comes along to Send you to the next world by telling you a simple and heartfelt "Goodbye." This single word spoken by someone who loves you, releases your soul from this world and lets you finish your journey to the next life."

http:www.shouldbereading.wordpress.com "Sewing--once my very lifeline--was becoming intolerable. The fabric between my fingers, weighty. The pedal beneath my foot, oppressive. The thought of someone else wearing my labor, cutting. But worse than anything, sewing reminded me of my children. I didn't want to think about the children. When I bit the thread, I remembered how small Wesley's teeth had been when I had first taught him to twist and pull it. When I stitched the hem of a skirt, I couldn't help but think of Patsy, who pretended she hadn't learned sewing basics, but whose secret hemline stitches were no worse than mine." "David gave only one shake of his head. "His father died when he was real young. His mother passed away less than a year after Riley disappeared. She hadn't been sick a day in her life, but after he was gone...She died of congestive heart failure. "Broken heart." Mac glanced out the passenger side window

http://rosecityreader.blogspot.com "Yes," I said,my eyes fixed on the dead body. "Yes, it's him." I stared at the police woman, at her almond-shaped eyes and her slow-moving mouth. I swallowed and tried to clear a stubborn glob of phlegm from my throat. My heart stalled at a solid memory of my brother, Ashvin, laughing at the ceremony of my third marriage to a forty-year-old with rotting teeth and a bunch of rowdy kids."

http://www.fredasvoice.com  "Our individual stories may be different, but the sum of the journey we are making is greater than our individual stories."

I've recently finished Adultery by Paulo Coelho. Also finished Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I'm currently reading ' Til The Well Runs Dry by Schama. Also reading Burial Rites by Hannah Kent. Both of these books are hard to put down. Next, need to get back to my Mystery Book Challenge . Have a cozy started that takes place in Hawaii. Also, I need to finish The Returned by Jason Mott. http://shouldbereading.wordpress.com