Chasing Roses

by A. Stoddard

𝙄𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩

𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙄 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.

SYNOPSIS

First of all, this is definitely NOT an easy read—and I can only imagine how much harder it would’ve been to write.

REVIEW

I’ve always believed that there is a certain power to the honesty of words, of giving voice to the most deeply buried raw emotions one has experienced, and moreover having the courage to tell the whole story with all its complete beauty & ugliness—that’s what reading this book was like.

You feel with the main character, all the anger & frustration, followed by the hollowed-out sadness, then the suffocating darkness, but slowly in the seemingly absence of hope, that slight ray of light, and with it the letting go, the realization & finally the wide-open heart basked in all the warmth & sunlight that had always been there, but just out of reach.

It was hard to read with the triggers of abuse, suicide & rape. But I loved how the author chose to take the reader along on the journey through all the pain before the healing. Because the most important thing is knowing that, no matter how dark the nights may seem, however bad the nightmares get, we will get up again and again, chasing the sunlight & the warmth & the possibility of a better morning.