i'm very honoured to be able to get hold of the book.

Dear charlie, letters to a lost daughter.

It is a very thought evoking and tear jerking book though not all might agreed with me. BUT. you know reading it with the right kind of music. i cried like three time on the mrt while reading it on the way home. omggg. i wanted to hide under a blanket and bawl my eyes out.

i remembered discovering the book like 1 or 2 years ago in the popular and i was already touched by it. sadly i didnt get a chance to read the whole book. but then again i was glad that i share the story with mun cos one week ago, she actually found the book in the lib and borrowed it.

i saw it in her bag today and apparently she was intending to return it. and i borrowed it from her instead! she didnt think the book was nice enough due to the massive introduction of many characters. but i pull through that bit and the rest of the story just came pouring in.

Speaking so much about it, i have yet to mention what it is about.

Letters to a lost daughter is a true story about a 13 year old girl Charlotte thompson when her friend and her were being killed by a train. The story just foretell how the family cope with the loss of a daughter, sister and a grandaughter. Charlie's father tried writing letters to her as if she's on a holiday trip and she would be back. and he would write about what is happening in the family and how badly he and everyone missed her.

just a small para from the book for those who are interested.

Hello Charlie,
Not mcuh has happened today. Mummy is washing the kitchen, throwing away some dead flowers and picking out live ones to make new bunches. She hasn't siad very much. I cuddle her as much as i can. Horsey slept until midday on the floor in the living room. That's where we've all been sleeping since you went away. I can't talk aobut you as if you aren't coming back. I can't say "used" or "loved" or any word ending with "d".
I love you, darling,
Daddy

i really strongly strongly recommend this book to anyone who loves a good read (:

i can't wait continue with the book at night in my bed, my comfort zone. and i think i would continue crying esp with a song like (ocean size love by leigh nash) playing in the background.

i guess i'll be reduced to a tearing mess.

death just tugs at my heartstring like nobody business. i'm deeply frightened by it. paranoid maybe.

it has always been that way ever since i was a child.

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