Driving down a rocky road I saw the overgrown grass, weeds, and poison ivy overtaking the outer perimeter of the bushes. The smell of mildew permeated the air, along with the stench of animals killed by cars coming up from the ground along this dirt road. I could see the sadness on the faces in the cars behind me; I could feel the pain and sorrow.
As I looked inside the cars and saw the faces of the drivers, I began to wonder what they were thinking, their thoughts and feelings as they traveled down life's highway, maybe for the very last time. What stories lay behind the faces behind the wheel of each oncoming car? What stories were hidden? Whose voices are now silenced?
Reviewed in the United States on September 17, 2019
When I was a kid, I can remember going to the cemetery to do grave rubbings. Some had nothing more than the year of birth to the year of death and a simple title like 'Mother' or 'Son'. Others had names of former teachers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. After reading Silent Voices, I'm not sure that I'd want to be able to hear their stories. The darkness and motives behind their lives and demise are enough to make you turn the light back on before going to sleep after reading. Each story grabs you and forces you to look beyond the outward appearance of these lives and right into the depths of greed, lies, and pure torture. It gives you a lot to think about how you're living your life and the people you've let into it!
I received a complimentary copy of this book through PICT. All opinions are my own!
I received a complimentary copy of this book through PICT. All opinions are my own!
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